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.

expected to..Kek…see a day where you all look

lasted for a couple of minutes, during which time none of the demons displayed any reaction to the behavior he was displaying. It was as

"Are you done laughing?"

melons. Briefly glancing at Prince Arian, he looked toward Prince Valling

His eyes immediately narrowed.

his gaze, Prince Valling

the matter, Prince Aton? You seem to be looking

Prince Aton. He didn't seem too bothered by the fact that everyone

to be

maintained the same cool demeanor he had been displaying up until this point as he looked around

the matter? Have you all been charmed by her

"Charm?"

air. Instantaneously, the two demons who were standing behind Prince

instantly brought back to themselves by a wave of Prince Devot's hand, and he then turned to address

for

described as anything but the word 'beautiful',

clinked together.

respond to 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

from her mouth, the smile

want to know, however, is why she is

everyone turned to look at

you implying that she

her, Prince

at him, unamused.

like you didn't understand my

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

and out of everyone

on an iciness

"…Is that a coincidence?"

implying that I'm the one responsible for all of

Valling's face vanished, and he looked around at

Do you really think I have

"That's not it."

a rather lanky demon with

that it's impossible for you

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

on her

'Wh-at's going on?'

mind was a complete

that before she knew it, she had been indirectly accused of killing

She had no recollection

was being set

Priscilla is the one responsible for all

good look at her. He soon shook

I'm well aware

looked at everyone. Seeing their eyes, he knew that their