Chapter 102: Trapped by Politeness
Their eyes were piercing, and both of their faces wore exaggeratedly radiant smiles.
Under such stares, Anos involuntarily swallowed his saliva hard. A chill ran down his spine as a growing sense of unease settled over him. He had a strong feeling that these two were up to no good.
And indeed, they were.
Seoryun swiftly strode forward in just a few steps and, catching Anos off guard, reached out to pull him into the room. Before Anos could react, the door was shut behind him with lightning speed. Seoryun naturally positioned himself behind Anos — in reality, he was blocking the exit, making sure the Demon King couldn’t leave.
Anos stood there in stunned silence, completely thrown off by the black-hearted black-haired king’s underhanded maneuver.
One blink — just one blink — and he had somehow ended up fully inside the room
Seoryun cleared his throat twice, speaking with a voice utterly devoid of guilt, as if there were no hidden intentions behind his words.
"Ahem, Your Majesty the Demon King, you came to invite us to the banquet, did you? How considerate of you."
As he spoke, Seoryun even gave Darius a sly wink, the corners of his lips curling into a knowing smile.
Darius lifted his gaze and instantly understood what his longtime companion was thinking. After all, they had grown up together, and he could read Seoryun like a book — nothing could be clearer.
And this time was no exception.