Elanor was lying down on the bed, face first and down in a pillow as she screamed—or tried to smother herself. The latter was starting to look very attractive.

“I cannot believe I just did that.” She bemoaned, burying herself deeper into the pillow, not that it helped.

Her, the new General of Greed! The first human General of Sin, did that mean she had a castle, territory, and demons to manage like the others? What was the responsibility—what was the king thinking?! WHY ...