The traffic on Neka Island's streets, especially along the main road leading to the palace, was far heavier than usual, and all kinds of vehicles unique to the Demon Realm moved sluggishly.
Although traffic had nearly ground to a halt, the atmosphere on the streets was exceptionally lively and heated, filled with the bustle and excitement of a festival.
Many demons stopped in their tracks, staring fixedly at the screens and watching what was happening in the square before the palace on the huge displays suspended between the buildings.
On-screen, Princess Hughberlian was covering her forehead, her shoulders trembling slightly. It was impossible to make out her expression.
"Look, the princess can't hold it in anymore. She's about to laugh. She can't keep pretending."
The demons were all amazed that the princess had dispatched Blood Race Detective Earl Sergio in next to no time.
Moreover, her hands were clean. She had shown no intention of harming the Blood Race Detective; he had simply gone mad on his own.
But in truth, everyone knew that the princess must have been behind it!
Lisandra, watching from the carriage, was also wearing an expression of utter confusion.
Could it be that the princess was putting on an act yesterday?
She had been worrying herself sick over the princess just moments ago, thinking this trial was fraught with danger. She had never expected the princess to be this steady.
No, wait. The princess clearly looked as though she were choking back sobs. How did that look anything like secretly laughing?
Lisandra knew the princess too well.
After thinking it over, Lisandra decided not to dwell on it. As long as everything had passed without incident, that was enough. She could have a proper talk with the princess later.
As the sky barrier above Nekaris