Pick the Rose for Me! Blues

The smell of sulfur and scorched earth solidified in the air, and the Demon King stood condescendingly on the top of the broken altar. Looking at the man and the dog who came to him, the devil's deep laughter echoed in the wasteland. With a bit of surprise, but more of an unabashed appreciation. "Interesting, is it just a brave man who broke into this place?" Hearing this, Bruce at the feet of the brave grinned and let out a breath of heat. "Look at Michelle, this guy can't even count people."