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Demon Lord's Mansion.

At this moment, all the commotion had finally settled down.

Shien and the others had all emerged from the Demon Transformation Pool and put their clothes back on.

As he dressed, Shien occasionally stole glances at the demon beings present.

Don't get the wrong idea. He was not trying to feast his eyes.

Although the sight that had greeted him when he woke up would probably, perhaps, maybe remain permanently archived in his mind, unforgettable for the rest of his life, compared to sneaking another look afterward, Shien was naturally more worried about getting beaten to a pulp.

After all, he knew better than anyone how terrifying women could be when they stopped being reasonable.

Under such circumstances, righteous arguments like, "This wasn't my fault. You all threw yourselves at me. I haven't even blamed you for knocking me out without a word and stripping me naked," would not be useful in the slightest.

Thus, while he appeared to be getting dressed, he had actually long prepared himself to use Teleportation and make a run for it at any moment.

However, the demon beings did not seem to be in very good condition.

Not only did they not blame Shien, nor did they unreasonably slap labels like "pervert," "lecher," or "beast" onto him before beating him up, they instead seemed to have suffered some sort of blow. They had been keeping their heads lowered in collective silence since earlier, even putting on their clothes in a dejected state without caring that Shien was nearby.

Honestly, Shien found it hard to imagine these demon beings wearing such dejected expressions.

In his eyes, every one of them had a distinct personality. Hardly any of them could be called weak. Even Milu, who normally looked innocent and carefree, could