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[Powder Miner]

:"Ohhhh. OHHHHHH. This is stupid."
Asuna walks up to “Belphegor” —carefully— and then if it doesn’t swipe at her she pushes it over.

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Either we were tricked by some MPPMH, or this guy is really good at acting. Be careful when approaching even if he MPPMH weird."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Keith meets surprisingly little resistance when he punches Belphegor, as does Asuna.

The armor topples over towards the palace door, the helmet falling away from the rest to reveal....

....a crystal tablet, implanted into what appears to be the head of a crude golem. The tablet seems to be cracked.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Huh. How about that."

[kj1225]

Keilee blinks in surprise at this turn of events.
"If that's not him... then he has to be someplace in here without armor right?"

[Praefectus Screptum]

"As if I didn't have MPMH surprises for a day. This General is so lazy he is trying to intimidate us without even moving his MPPMH ass."

[Sirus]

: "I do not understand. Did you not just defeat the Demon General?"

[Powder Miner]

:"I guess he could also have just fucked off somewhere... And, uh, no... uh, staff-guy... he just set this up to fake people out I think."

[SirAston]

"... Dun dun duuuuuuun... What a tweeeeest..."
"I'm tired from all this bullshit. Can we get our licenses and hit an inn?"

[Praefectus Screptum]

"No, we did not, 42-1. We were MPPHMH tricked."
"Apparently this MPMH had enough time to put some decoys around to make sure he wouldn't even be bothered. Chances are the jackass is still down there if he pulled this on us."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Well, damn. You get what you pay for. I spent, like, three hundred rhea paying some goblins in Methiant to put this thing together for me and that's what I get? Ugh."

Behind the party, from a side door, a small, hooded woman approaches. Most of the party towers over her, and she certainly seems far smaller than the armor that heretofore had been presumed to be Belphegor. She hastily adjusts her glasses with one hand, rapidly tapping a crystal tablet in her other hand. A Guild of Tristitia-branded lanyard hangs off of her neck, whatever identification it holds being concealed beneath the rest of her robes.

An ominous aura surrounds her, an aura conferring the feeling of wanting to rest, to not bother, and if that hadn't been enough to confirm their identity, Serena glares at her.
".....no. That's not the Demon General. That armor there isn't. That is."

"So you assholes trashed the one thing keeping that killjoy Mammon off my back, made a ruckus, disturbed my manga-reading hour and almost toppled my stack of computing engines. What the hell do you want?"

Belphegor Tristitia Acedia
~Indolent General of Sloth~

[SirAston]

"Manga... Computing engines... ..."
"I see that you're a woman of culture as well."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Well, ain't that just peachy. Now the MPPMH are also talking about 'mangas' and more Revivian nonsense."

[Powder Miner]

In that moment, Asuna had a realization.
:"Oh my God... you’re a hikkiNEET."

[SirAston]

"I can already say this much, my dear Jarvis... If this goes even remotely in the direction I predict, you want to continue chugging your wine and ignore talk about 'nonsense'... Because appreciators of refined taste and true art have now met."