Dark clouds loomed outside the window as rain pattered down.
For a moment, the principal's office in the Redmond Building seemed to sink into a state of white noise. Apart from the rain, the only sound was Antanas's frantic shouting.
Planai covered his eyes, feeling his scalp prickle.
He had not expected to make such a blunder less than a minute after coming to meet the New King.
Looking at his sister lying unconscious, Planai could not help feeling relieved that the New King's voice had not been able to tug at her mind as it had in the prison.
Fortunately, Antanas had once been a Demon Realm Doctor and was skilled at emergency treatment. From her expression, it was quickly clear that Sinora's vital signs had at least been stabilized.
As an eighth-tier Great Demon Race whose close-combat abilities had been enhanced, Sinora's body was far stronger than a human's, and her injuries would heal naturally.
"Let Sinora lie on the sofa and rest for a while."
Seeing the relief on Antanas's face, Lanchi pointed toward the black leather sofa in the office's reception area and spoke.
"Oh, oh, okay."
Antanas briskly carried Sinora over to the sofa.
After laying Sinora down, she sat beside the sofa and continued pressing a palm wreathed in pale blue radiance against Sinora's forehead, hoping to wake her quickly.
"Is Sinora all right?"
Standing behind his desk, Lanchi looked at Antanas and asked.
"She's not in any serious danger, but you absolutely must never use your Demonic Voice to amplify Sinora's emotions when she sees you again. Otherwise, she really might die."
Antanas watched Lanchi with complicated feelings.
Sinora's devotion to the female version of the New King had already reached an absurd level. The real New King was also a handsome man