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.

would've expected to..Kek…see a day where

laughter lasted for a couple of minutes, during which time none of the demons displayed any

"Are you done laughing?"

size of melons. Briefly glancing at

His eyes immediately narrowed.

Prince

the matter, Prince Aton? You seem to be looking at my successor an awful

he addressed Prince Aton. He didn't seem too bothered by the fact

be more precise,

cool demeanor he had been displaying up until this point as

you all been charmed by her

"Charm?"

voice that was both mellow and crystalline floated through the air. Instantaneously, the two demons who

of them were instantly brought back to themselves by a wave of Prince Devot's hand, and he

the time for

face that could not be described as anything but the word 'beautiful', Princess Rhan, the head of the Charm House, covered her mouth and

being clinked together.

the comment made by Prince Valling. While the young lady is indeed beautiful, she still has a long way to go before reaching the point where she

mouth, the smile

I want to know, however, is why she is

immediately, everyone turned to look at Priscilla, who looked

implying that she shouldn't

at her, Prince

unamused. Her

pretend like you didn't understand my

directions. To be more specific, toward the vacant seats

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

tone suddenly took on an

"…Is that a coincidence?"

that I'm the one responsible for all

Valling's face vanished, and he looked around at the other demons

month. Do you really

"That's not it."

rather lanky demon with short green

for you to

sentence, but the meaning was crystal clear as everyone's

on her

'Wh-at's going on?'

mind was a

before she knew it, she had been indirectly accused of

She had no recollection of this

was being set

you're saying that Priscilla is the one

him, taking a good look at

well aware of her

Seeing their eyes, he knew that their accusations had some