On the plateau, the three children sat while enjoying the distant scenery. On the left was a boy with black hair and red eyes named Satan. On the right was an ordinary-looking boy named Ken, and sitting in the middle of the two was a girl named Yaeko.
The three knew each other as people with bad luck; after all, the underworld had a hierarchy where weak demons had to obey demons stronger than them.
Yaeko clenched his fist as he shouted.
"Someday, I'll create a great empire that doesn't mind this shitty hierarchy, and everyone will admire my majestic figure."
"You're repeating strange things, Yaeko," replied Ken beside him, who sighed softly.
"Call me Yaeko-sama."
"No, what about you, Satan?"
"I want to go to the surface world while carrying my village."
I heard that Ken and Yaeko just looked at him flatly.
"You're worse than Yaeko; something like that can't happen. We'll be stuck here forever."