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.

day where you all look so

demons displayed any reaction to the behavior he was displaying. It was as if they

"Are you done laughing?"

Briefly glancing at Prince Arian, he looked

His eyes immediately narrowed.

gaze, Prince Valling

Prince Aton? You seem to be

smile lingered on Prince Valling's face as he addressed Prince Aton. He didn't seem too bothered by the fact

to be

until this point as he looked around at the others

the matter? Have you all been

"Charm?"

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

a wave of Prince Devot's hand, and he then turned to address the

isn't the time for your little jokes, Princess

but the word 'beautiful', Princess Rhan, the head of the

clinked together. It was crisp and

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 can charm everyone in

hand from her mouth, the smile on her face disappeared and

know, however, is

look at

that she shouldn't be

at her,

unamused. Her eyes

pretend like you

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

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

tone suddenly took on an

"…Is that a coincidence?"

the

Valling's face vanished, and he

month. Do you really think I

"That's not it."

was a rather lanky demon with short green hair and the head

it's impossible for you to have done

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

everything turn on

'Wh-at's going on?'

mind was a complete

knew it, she had

She had no

being set

that Priscilla is the

him, taking a good look

I'm well aware

at everyone. Seeing their eyes, he knew that their