Chapter 147: It Feels Like A Royal Court
The hall they led us through was wide and glowing, the floors a blackened marble polished to a mirror-like sheen. Veyce walked beside me with a skip in his step, humming a tune under his breath that sounded like it came from some forest no map had ever named.
"This way," he said, tail flicking behind him, brushing against my sleeve every few seconds like a curious cat that had decided I was worth keeping. "It’s the best place to eat. Everyone else tries to sneak in even when they’re not allowed."
"Are we allowed?" I asked, keeping pace with him even though my legs were still stiff from class.
"Technically, yes. Supreme Lord gave you a personal estate, right?"
I nodded hesitantly.
Veyce grinned. "Then you’re allowed."
The corridor opened into a grand staircase, and then beyond that—an atrium so large I lost count of how many balconies surrounded it. Light spilled from above, not sunlight, but something softer and more magical. A silvery sky that shimmered like mother-of-pearl reflected across the walls, and every corner of the room was filled with humans...no demons.
I froze in place at the entrance, eyes wide.
This wasn’t just a dining hall.
It was a court.
Massive and glittering with power.
Long, low tables were draped in gold-trimmed cloths, covered in delicate glass trays and silver platters piled with dishes I couldn’t name. The scent in the air was dizzying—sweet syrups, roasted spices, buttery creams, and something floral that made my mouth water before I even stepped forward.