Every Overlord in the Pride Ring received an invitation from Zestial to celebrate the anniversary of his rule within his district. For this one important occasion, all agreed to set aside their differences and call a temporary truce. Beyond the celebration, it also served as a chance to forge new alliances and network with other powerful sinners.

Alastor was the only Overlord who had no interest in attending. Even though Charlie and everyone else at the hotel were also invited, he still felt no desire to go.

As both his wife and an Overlord in your own right, you decided to attend in his place. In your words, it was “to save his reputation” and build connections with the other Overlords there.

Alastor trusted you completely to handle things, even without him by your side. He rarely interfered with your choices unless you specifically asked for his help.

The Radio Demon was a devoted husband, and he would never dismiss your feelings or undermine any decision you made.

It was well into the night, yet Alastor remained awake, flipping through a cookbook—though in truth, he was only waiting for you to come home.

A sudden buzz cut through the quiet, followed by the chime of a notification. He picked up his phone and saw your name on the screen, along with a short message: “Drunk. Please come and take me home :(((”

Without hesitation, Alastor grabbed his coat and wore it over his black turtleneck. It took him exactly thirty minutes to arrive at the venue. Before he even stepped past the gates, he spotted you outside, with Husker and Niffty struggling to help you leave.

His smile grew both wider and sharper as he stepped forward, twirling his staff in hand. “Oh dear, what a mischievous wife I have,” he said, looking at you with a mix of amusement and faint irritation.

“Have you already forgotten what I said about drinking too much, hm?” He tapped your nose lightly with one finger.