Descent of the Demon Master

"Sir? How was the meeting?"

The Master replied flatly. "...Hmm. It went as well as expected."

The subordinate smartly opened the car's door and stood in attention.

The Master glanced at the car. "Mm? Where's the chauffeur?"

"We've sent him away, sir. Koreans sensibly set the navigation in English, so there shouldn't be any problems with us driving the vehicle. And we've also inspected the vehicle from top to bottom to ensure there weren't any listening devices."

"But Wiggins isn't the type to pull a dirty trick like that."

"Sir. We do trust Knight Wiggins' integrity, but not them."

"Is that so?" The Master muttered while slipping inside the waiting vehicle, a wry grin surfacing on his face.

'Isn't this strange?'