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 you all look

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

"Are you done laughing?"

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

His eyes immediately narrowed.

his gaze, Prince Valling called

You seem to be looking at my successor an awful lot. She's pretty,

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

to be

same cool demeanor he had been displaying up until

the matter? Have you all been

"Charm?"

the two demons

themselves by a wave of Prince Devot's hand, and he then turned

isn't the time for your little jokes,

could not be described as anything but the word 'beautiful', Princess Rhan, the head of the Charm House, covered

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

trying to respond to the comment made by Prince Valling. While the young lady is indeed beautiful, she still

mouth, the smile

know, however, is why she is

immediately, everyone turned to look at Priscilla,

implying that she shouldn't

at her, Prince Valling's

unamused. Her eyes

like you didn't understand my

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

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

on an iciness as she

"…Is that a coincidence?"

you implying that I'm the

face vanished, and he

month. Do you really think I have the ability to go undetected by the lot of

"That's not it."

with short green hair and the head of the

know that it's impossible for you to

as everyone's focus once again

on

'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 and severely injuring

way? She had no recollection of this

was being

saying that Priscilla is the one

Valling looked behind him, taking a good look at her. He soon

I'm well aware of her

leaned forward and carefully looked at everyone. Seeing their eyes,