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“You call that a stabber? Ushishi~ Let me show you what a real stabber looks like”

With a wicked grin on his lips, and a plate filled with cake in his hands, it didn’t take Belphegor long to execute the idea he had formed while looking at Rashomon. Smearing the remainder of the cake into the black cloth, the prince gave a gleeful grin as he admired the sticky mess he had just created. Just as he had expected, the pink and white icing really did compliment the black.

Licking off the icing off of his fingers, he gave a nonchalant shrug as he offered his excuse;

“I thought it was hungry.”