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.

to..Kek…see a day where you all look so troubled.

of the demons displayed any reaction to the behavior

"Are you done laughing?"

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

His eyes immediately narrowed.

his gaze, Prince Valling

seem to be

as he addressed Prince Aton. He didn't seem too bothered by the fact that everyone was

be more precise,

been displaying up until this point as he looked around at

something the matter? Have you all

"Charm?"

and crystalline floated through the air. Instantaneously, the two demons who were standing behind

Prince Devot's hand, and he then

time for your

the word 'beautiful', Princess Rhan, the head of the Charm House,

like the sound of pearls being clinked together. It was crisp and pleasant

the comment made by Prince Valling. While the young lady is indeed beautiful, she still has a

from her mouth, the smile on her face

know, however, is why she

at Priscilla, who

that she shouldn't be

at her, Prince

him, unamused. Her eyes extremely

you didn't understand

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

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

took on an

"…Is that a coincidence?"

that I'm the one responsible for

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

really think

"That's not it."

rather lanky demon with short green

know that it's impossible for you to have done it

was crystal clear as everyone's focus once again shifted toward Priscilla who

everything turn on

'Wh-at's going on?'

was

had been indirectly accused of killing four

She

being set

saying that Priscilla is the one responsible for all

good look at her. He soon shook

well aware of

everyone. Seeing their eyes, he knew that their accusations