╭(●●)╯The Demon Race's Plan (Part One)
That night...
In Count Guranat's castle, where the smell of gunpowder and a faint trace of magic still lingered, countless soldiers were hurrying about, busy at work. The atmosphere was oppressive and tense, and the defenses were several times stronger than before!
The fully armed soldiers were either reinforcing the defenses or dealing with the aftermath of the earlier upheaval. They carried away the unconscious and petrified soldiers, as well as those trapped in the swamp magic and those who were dead or injured, and tended to the wounded. At the same time, they were organizing and repairing the damaged castle walls and roads, and clearing away the debris.
Although the "rebellion" had been quelled, the lingering tension and unease in the castle still refused to dissipate.
So, for everyone living in the lord's castle—the earl, the many soldiers and servants, and certain demon guests—tonight was probably destined to be sleepless.
Just look!
Although it was late at night, the magical lamps and candlelight in a guest room on the outskirts of the castle cast a cold glow, brightly illuminating its luxurious furniture. There, the leader of the demon envoy delegation, that Luguna, stood silently by the window.
"..."
His cold eyes were fixed on the scene outside: the remnants of the disturbance near the fortress gates, which were gradually dying down. He idly toyed with a black chess piece carved with magical runes, his fingers moving with an elegant touch. No one knew what he was thinking.
After a long while...
Creak—!
The door to the delegation's suite was quietly pushed open. Linnie, one of the demon envoys, entered with small, graceful steps, then gently closed it again, as if afraid of disturbing someone in the corridor outside.
Linnie looked like an expressionless