The glass shattered.
For a moment, everyone’s gaze focused onto here.
There were over 200 people in this plaza, but no one had spoken a word. Due to the silence, the sound of a glass shattering echoed loudly…… It was a mere single glass, but it was so loud that it could reach the furthest corners of the plaza.
“Aaang?”
Andromalius looked over here.
His slanted eyes resembled that of a fox and were detestable to look at. You could see his vulgar personality and foul temper just from his gaze.
“What are you supposed to be? You aren’t going to lower your eyes?”
Andromalius spoke towards his highness Dantalian.
His highness Dantalian was unresponsive. What was he thinking? I turned to carefully check his highness’ complexion and—my spine became cold.
It was that face.
The expression he made when he had discovered prey and was waiting for it with ease.
It wasn’t the deadbeat face that he normally had. A faint smile was drifting around the edges of his highness’ lips. It was the face he made when an ominous scheme, a wicked plot had formed in his head.
It seemed that the other party did not recognize his highness Dantalian. It was not weird. His highness’ horn was buried under his hair so it was barely visible.
Andromalius spit on the floor.—“Wow, look at that. He’s not lowering his eyes at all.”
After kicking the old dwarf one more time, he made his way towards us. The way he swayed looked as if he was some wild cat that had found a new toy to play with.
The demon races who were sitting nearby cautiously backed away as he passed. They probably didn’t want to get caught up in the trouble.
On the other hand, the Berbere witches silently stayed in their seats. They had been hired by his highness Dantalian. Their pride wouldn’t allow them to do something like leaving his highness behind and running away.
“To see some peasants with no ethics.”
It seemed that he was displeased that the witches had not greeted him despite having seen him. Andromalius narrowed his brows.
“If you meet a Demon Lord then you should at least greet them with a bow, but what is this? Why are you being conceited with your chins held up?”
Andromalius strongly grabbed one of the witches by the hair. The witch let out a pained moan.
“Uuh……”
The witch’s name was Beatrice. I had heard that it had been a long time since she had participated in an escort trip, as she had concealed herself for several decades. Witches had itchy feet so it was common for them to go wandering for more than a hundred years; for her to end up getting involved with Andromalius subsequently to taking a request after a long period of time, that witch had terrible luck.
“Oii, slaves. A Demon Lord is here. It’s one of the honorable Demon Lords that gave you life and feeds you. You should be greeting me politely, and yet you’re not even budging from your seat.”
“Uh, uuh……”
You could hear the sound of some hair ripping.
Despite that, the witch kept her mouth shut.
It was a problem of etiquette. If the witches were to greet Andromalius here, then they would be admitting that Andromalius was a higher class than that of his highness Dantalian. It was vital for these witches to maintain their respect to his highness.
“Hoh. Look at this.”
Andromalius smiled sadistically.
“The entire group of slaves have become mute. If your tongues are retarded then you should at least move your heads. Wow, all your necks are so stiff. Should this great one straighten them for you? Don’t refuse and……”
“What a garbage like man.”
It was then that his highness Dantalian had opened his mouth.
Andromalius flinched.
“What?”
“I said you were a garbage-like man. I had thought it was only your brain that was rotten, but it seems your ears have festered as well.”
You could sense the shock of the people in the plaza through the air.
Even I had thought for a second that I had misheard. Garbage? It was a word that was not allowed to be said to a Demon Lord in a public place. Andromalius’ face quickly distorted.
“How dare you say such thoughtless words to this great one……”
“This is why delinquents with overinflated egos are pathetic. If you don’t have the money to pay for your drink, then apologize and leave. To find some fault and then proceed to beat up the elderly. It wasn’t enough that you had shamelessly advertised about your denseness in a loud voice, but you even went and picked on witches as well.”
His highness Dantalian laughed.
“And yet you still go around loudly calling yourself ‘great one’. This is quite the masterpiece. Andromalius. You are not a Demon Lord. You are nothing more than a rookie that was somehow born with a horn on their head.”