Roger sat in the soft office chair, suddenly feeling inexplicably agitated.
He immediately noticed it and became alert.
As a Saint, an undeniably powerful figure, Roger knew his intuition couldn't be wrong.
Something had its sights on him, and that thing could potentially harm him; that's why he felt this way.
"Is it a demon?" Roger muttered to himself.
He had been systematically assassinating the upper echelons of the cult, racing against time. But among them, some were clever enough to sense something amiss and quickly realized it might be Roger who was clearing them out.
So, the upper echelons of the cult, who mastered the art of demon summoning, summoned a demon, hoping it would protect them.
However, even the summoner himself didn't expect that upon being summoned, the demon, after hearing the summoner's 'command,' would simply laugh and smack the summoner to death.
