The atmosphere in the hotel lobby was heavy.
The news Momonga brought left both Chaton and Lilith feeling troubled.
Just then, Chaton and Momonga sensed something and looked up.
Two figures stood on the platform above the lobby's main entrance, looking down at them.
On the left was a long-legged young woman wearing a black military dress uniform and a red cloak. Beneath the shadow of her black newsboy cap, her mismatched red and blue eyes held an inhuman beauty and coldness.
Her lower half was equipped with... considerably less.
On the right was an older gentleman with long, curly orange-blond hair tied into a braid and a meticulously trimmed, cross-shaped beard.
He wore sunglasses, medals glinted faintly on his ornate military dress uniform, and a rose was pinned to his chest.
The busy Marine soldiers in the lobby froze. Most had no idea who these two were, but they sensed a very unusual pressure.
They were members of the Holy Knights: Gunko and Saint Shepherd Sommers.
"Everyone-do not look directly at them-get back to work."
Knowing their identities, Chaton immediately reprimanded the stunned soldiers.
But he also sent a message: They're on our side, but you can't afford to offend them.
At Chaton's words, the two jumped down from the platform and landed before him.
"Oh, Chaton, Momonga, you certainly took your time. Your opponents were mere nobodies, yet you still needed this long."
Saint Shepherd Sommers spoke first, his tone carrying the flippant air of a dissolute aristocrat.
Though he was a Celestial Dragon with plenty of vicious hobbies, he was at least "normal" on the surface, rather than one of those foolish Celestial Dragons prone to wild mood swings.
Gunko regarded these people as nothing more than insects, dismissing them with utter indifference. She did not even