Inside an apartment, a boy, who looked not older than ten stood by the balcony, allowing the cold breeze to brush past his face.
But truth be told, his age didn't fit his appearance.
He had lived for over 230 years.
The Archbishop of Greed, Orion.
The moment his clones died, he felt his magic power rise, returning to him.
After all, for each time he split himself, his magic power halved by 50%.
For two clones he split, his power was evenly distributed 25–25 to each clone, leaving the body he desired to be his main with 50%.
That was only one of the essence of the [Authority of Greed] itself.
A power bestowed to him, as the vessel of the Seven Circles of Hell's Greed.
In any case, the door to the apartment opened, and a woman emerged soon after.
Her crimson eyes flickered for a moment as she noticed someone in her apartment room.
"You…."
She stammered.
Looking around flusteredly, Lust then returned her attention back towards Greed.
"Why are you—How did you get here?"
