The Author's POV

Approximately fifty feet beneath the grand hall was a separate space.

Typically, discussions between the parties would be held above the surface, in the main hall. Only rarely would the lower level ever be used.

...and when this occurred, it almost always indicated that something of an extremely grave nature had taken place.

The atmosphere of the bunker was cold and tense. Ten people surrounded a large oval-shaped table that was lit by a single spotlight that shone down on the table's center point.

The tension in the room was almost palpable.

Everyone's attention was directed toward a demon who was dressed in a long black robe and a hood and stood at the opposite end of the table.

He was, Prince Devot. The current Patriarch of the House of Envy.

He silently surveyed the room with a look of contempt. As the others looked back at him expressionlessly.

Behind Prince Devot was another demon, similarly adorning a black hood to cover its features. The demon seemed somewhat out of it, as they held onto the chair to support themselves.

In spite of that, their gaze was currently focused on Priscilla, who was standing behind her grandfather.

Their gaze wasn't a friendly one.

Prince Devot spoke again.

"Judging from how there's only ten of us, the situation is a lot more serious than anticipated."

His voice resounded throughout the room as soft, repeated whispers that uncomfortably tickled the ears of those present.

It caused Priscilla a great of discomfort, but all she could do was remain standing in silence.

"More serious than anticipated?"

One of the seated demons spoke, his voice bordering on amusement. Similarly, there was another figure standing behind him, but compared to the one standing behind Prince Devot, he wasn't wearing a hood, and everyone was able to see the state he was in.

…It wasn't good.

His skin was as white as paper, and he could hardly keep his eyes open. He appeared to be in a lot of pain. It was likely that he would have collapsed to the ground had it not been for the thin white film that was covering his body.

It also seemed like he was being forced to stay awake.

Another demon glared at the demon that spoke.

"Is there something funny about the situation, Prince Arian?"

"I do, I do… Prince Serling."

Prince Arian covered his mouth to hide his smile while addressing Prince Serling.

"You may not find it amusing, but it's nothing short of amusing to me."

Unable to hold it in anymore, he started cackling out loud.

I never would've expected to..Kek…see a day where you all look so troubled.

of minutes, during which time none of the demons displayed any reaction to the behavior

"Are you done laughing?"

another demon spoke. He was a burly looking demon with muscles the size of melons. Briefly glancing at Prince Arian, he looked toward

His eyes immediately narrowed.

Prince Valling called

seem to be looking at my successor an

smile lingered on Prince Valling's face as he addressed Prince Aton. He didn't seem

to be more

been displaying up until this point as he looked around at

the matter? Have you all

"Charm?"

crystalline floated through the air. Instantaneously, the two demons who were standing behind Prince Devot and Prince Arian fell

brought back to themselves by a wave of Prince Devot's hand, and he then turned to address the person who was responsible for

the time for your

black hair and a face that could not be described as anything but the word 'beautiful', Princess Rhan, the head of the

being clinked together. It was crisp and

indeed beautiful,

her hand from her mouth, the smile on

know, however,

to look at Priscilla, who

you implying that she

at her, Prince Valling's

unamused. Her eyes extremely

you didn't understand

cast her gaze in all directions. To be more specific, toward the vacant seats behind a few of the

were having our meeting, and out of everyone present, your successor is the only

normally soft tone suddenly took on an

"…Is that a coincidence?"

that I'm the one responsible

been plastered across Prince Valling's face vanished, and he looked around

past month. Do you really think I have the ability to go

"That's not it."

a rather lanky demon with

that it's impossible for you to

as everyone's focus once again

on her

'Wh-at's going on?'

mind was a complete

all happened so quickly that before she knew it, she had been indirectly accused of killing four Dukes

She had

was being

the

him, taking a good look at her. He soon

well aware of her

looked at everyone. Seeing their eyes, he knew that