Hubert, who was sprawled out on the finest chair inside, let out a soft groan.
As the head that had been facing the floor was lifted, the two eyes slowly opened.
He blinked his eyes a few times and looked around, then calmly got up from his seat and began to stretch his body here and there.
“Hmm, something feels sore. Even if I was sitting in a bad posture, it’s still like that, and I didn’t sit there for that long···.”
Perhaps it is the aftereffect of an evil magic that has infiltrated to manipulate the mind.
The attempt itself was successfully blocked, but the aftershock caused by the high-density energy penetrating it could not be completely eliminated.
Moreover, Hubert had not trained in any special mysticism, so he was bound to be somewhat vulnerable in this area.
‘If it had been a decent opponent, this alone would have been enough.’
For someone who operated on a continental scale like himself, assassination attempts were a daily occurrence.
Thorough security in all areas of operation, including the headquarters building, a strong security force that can block even an intrusion by the military or special forces, and personal capabilities that go beyond simple self-defense.
But such means had to be an exception in this case.
‘Tsk, it can’t be helped since it had to be the opponent.’
Hubert clicked his tongue lightly and slowly looked around.
Diana, who had fainted, was lying somewhat still on the sofa where the reception table was. Her breathing was even, so she seemed to be asleep, but there seemed to be nothing unusual about her.
His gaze, which had been watching her for a moment, soon turned to the place where the head of the table was located.
To the demon tribe who were gathered together so quietly that it was doubtful whether they were the ones who had been causing a fuss just a moment ago.
Ken Miyamoto, a young man of ordinary appearance with black hair and black eyes, is a demon count.
An old gentleman in a pure white outfit carrying an antique cane, the Viscount-level devil Francis.
and-
The demon lord-level great devil, ‘Hela’, was sitting alone on the sofa with her legs crossed, with those standing behind her with a polite attitude.
The demon king who had just descended to this land was resting his chin on his crossed arms on his crossed legs, nodding his head slightly as he listened to the two demons chattering behind him.
‘···Looking at it this way, the atmosphere is no joke.’
A beautiful appearance that cannot be hidden by the disparate elements such as the high horns rising between the long, roughly tied black hair, the black wings on the back, and the black and red eyes.
In addition, the way she dressed up in the clothes she had on her body without any women’s clothing on her made it look like a work of art. She had such an attractive and overwhelming charisma that I couldn’t even look down, let alone dare to speak to her.
Hubert, secretly impressed by the sight, looked closely at his new avatar with renewed eyes.
Since this was my first time using a female avatar, it was bound to feel unfamiliar even to me, who had dealt with numerous entities before.