Earl Sergio suddenly broke into a cold sweat, leaving the demons in the square utterly confused as they exchanged glances.
Why does it feel like the earl's expression has become a little suspicious of the Blood Race?
"Are you all right?"
Hughberlian asked calmly.
Only she and the Fallen Lord were standing near Earl Sergio in the square.
"W-wait."
The earl raised a hand, refusing to let Hughberlian approach. His breathing grew rapid, and his heartbeat became as chaotic as a war drum.
Every demon noble radiating red light seemed to transform into a hunter waiting for the right moment, while he was like prey trapped in a net.
Earl Sergio suspected that something had gone wrong with the power he had used.
He had no choice but to try again and uncover the truth behind all this.
Sergio took a deep breath, calming his turbulent emotions.
He recited the spell again, and Blood Race magic traced complex, ancient symbols through the air.
As the incantation ended, he looked forward to seeing something normal.
Yet, to Sergio's horror—
The result was still those red lights.
The same demons continued staring at him in confusion.
This time.
Earl Sergio could feel even more clearly that the red lights on the demon nobles had grown brighter—and more mocking.
Sergio had spent countless nights accompanied by mysteries, but this time, fear seemed to have taken physical form, congealing within those densely packed red lights surrounding him.
His legs began trembling uncontrollably, and every step required tremendous effort.
An indescribable suspicion surged through Earl Sergio's heart—
These demons seemed to be enjoying some kind of game, waiting for him to reveal the truth.
They seemed to know his every movement and each spell he cast. Their gazes were like those of people watching an