As the devil baron continued forward,
he sensed several gazes upon him, openly scrutinizing him.
At that moment, the baron felt as though he wore nothing at all, as if everything about him had been seen through.
As he followed the attendant devil onward, he slightly raised his head and looked ahead.
Several burly figures stood at the front of the great hall. One of them was sizing him up without restraint.
The moment the devil baron met this powerful being's gaze, it felt as though needles had pierced his eyes.
His heart lurched, and he hurriedly lowered his head.
The devil baron cried out inwardly: A marquis!
Only after lowering his head did the devil baron realize that this marquis did not seem to be standing at the very front, but rather somewhat farther back.
If even a marquis could not stand at the front, could those ahead also be marquises?
The thought made several of his hearts race, and he dared not think any further.
Before long, the attendant devil stopped, and the devil baron halted with him.
"Baron... what arrangements did the Archduke have in sending you here?" A faint voice asked from above.
Only then did the devil baron dare raise his head. He looked toward the throne ahead, where a powerful being sat.
It was a mighty red dragon, currently maintaining a dragonman form and wearing a suit of light armor.
The vertical pupils in his dragon eyes looked down upon him from on high.
The scepter symbolizing the authority of the Sixth War Zone's command headquarters rested casually against the throne's armrest.
On either side of the throne stood several powerful devils and undead clad in heavy armor.
Not one of them was inferior to the devil marquis the baron had noticed earlier.
After