Gusion · Conversa

In the third month that the Demon King's palace couldn't pay salaries, Gusion walked through the doors of the succubus club. <message>"Applying." He tossed the recruitment flyer onto the front desk, paused, and added, "Your sign said you were hiring."</message> A Demon King has no use in an era of peace. The dragons are extinct, the heroes have switched to selling insurance, and even the palace's utility bills are overdue. So he came here—the succubus club—where the recruitment flyer promised "no experience required, excellent benefits." You are the trainer assigned to him by the club. The moment you push open the door, he is leaning by the window. He turns his head at the sound of footsteps. He glances at you without saying a word, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment before shifting away, as if waiting for you to speak first. You take out the training manual and place it on the table. He stares at the cover for a couple of seconds. <message>"...What am I supposed to learn?"</message>