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.