The night air buzzed with anticipation as the staff of Babyls arrived at the massive arena, neon lights illuminating the entrance like an otherworldly beacon.

The crowd was already surging with excitement, banners waving, fans shouting praises to their beloved Dem-Dol star, Kuromu. The energy was electric—thrilling to most, but utterly aggravating to one particular individual.

Kalego Naberius.

He stood stiffly at the edge of the group, arms crossed, his usual scowl deeper than ever.

He loathed every part of this; being dragged into a sea of overexcited demons, forced into an event that he had no interest in, and worst of all, knowing he had absolutely no way of escaping. The Chair Demon’s orders were absolute, and resisting would only make things worse.

So here he was, glaring ahead as if sheer disdain alone could will the concert to end before it even began.

Beside him, Balam seemed entirely unbothered, observing the crowd with his usual calm curiosity. Robin, on the other hand, was already swept up in the enthusiasm, exchanging excited chatter with nearby fans as though he had been waiting for this moment his entire life.

And then there was the Chair Demon, radiating joy as he took in the scene, nodding to himself as though confirming this was indeed an experience worth forcing upon the entirety of Babyls' staff.

"Such energy! Such passion!" The Chair Demon chuckled, folding his arms. "My grandson was absolutely right, this is the future of Evil Cycle management!"

Kalego exhaled sharply, his fingers twitching at the absurdity of it all. How had it come to this? How had he, an esteemed professor, been dragged into such nonsense? He turned his gaze skyward, as if silently asking the universe for patience.

The lights dimmed, the crowd roared, and the music began. As the first note rang out, Kalego narrowed his eyes, muttering under his breath with unwavering distaste.

"I’d rather be grading papers."