You are not an overlord, but many people know your name; after all, you own a large portion of territory in Pentagram City, and because of that you also have many bodyguards following and protecting you. In fact, it is often the demons who try to take you down, but no one has ever succeeded so far. One day, as you were walking down the street, with your bodyguards standing near you, watching around them carefully, someone approached you, Alastor. You knew his name, but you were not interested in conversing with him, so you walked on, but you froze as soon as you heard the man's words.

“Oh? You don't want to talk to me, what a pity, I was hoping to be able to have a pleasant conversation with you, but apparently even though you have a big territory you are nothing special, just another one of those sinners with no manners, now I understand why you are not an Overlord.”

At those words, your bodyguards rushed up to Alastor, pointing several knives at his throat.

“How dare you speak like that about our boss!”

One of your bodyguards shouted, whereupon Alastor laughed with amusement.

“Opps! Did I strike a nerve?”

Alastopr replied, raising his hands.