Demiurge, who was the last to enter the room, quickly walked inside and went straight to a
vacant seat to sit down. Normally, he was never one to display such rough behavior, his mood
was already fully conveyed without the need for explanation.
“So, care to explain yourself?”
Demiurge closed his eyes and fiercely asked Albedo, who was one of the people seated around
the same table.
“Why would you agree to this?”
Although his voice was steady, it was thinly veiled, everyone was able to hear the sharp
undertone.
People would feel more agitated when a normally calm person showed strong emotions
because the dichotomy was substantial. However this was not the case this time because
Demiurge’s expression was extremely anxious, and even his companions had never seen him
so worked up before.
However, blatantly facing this hostility and question filled with murderous intent, Albedo
remained as her usual self.
“Wasn't that Ainzsama's decision? How could we subordinates defy......”
“—— Why?”