Chapter 402: The Dripping Night (11)
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I arrived at the Habsburg imperial palace through teleportation magic.
The Demon Lords gathered at the palace square with a tumultuous atmosphere looming over them. The moonlight was exceptionally bright on this night, with clouds occasionally scattering a gentle violet haze.
Among them was a Demon Lord who was still in their undergarments. They had rushed out urgently without any care for their attire after they heard the news that Paimon and I were attacked. That’s right, it was Sitri. Even from a distance, it was apparent that she was maintaining a foreboding silence.
This unease hung over the entire square like a thick fog. Regardless of faction—Mountain, Plains, or Neutral—all eyes were silently fixed on us.
“…….”
I walked forward.
It felt like a heavy layer of fog had latched itself to my ankles. With each step I took, rather than pulling myself out of the fog, it felt like I was sinking further into it as it reached up to my calves.
I passed through the main gate, adorned with a golden rim, and walked straight toward the square. It was a peculiar sight. Occasionally, the rhythm of my steps seemed to synchronize with the alternation of lights in the night sky. Moonlight intermittently spilled at my feet, only to be obscured again by passing clouds.