Aether, I love you [I still don't understand.]

The boss stammered, his voice trembling as he questioned, "W…what do you mean, Lord? You're all under someone?" His eyes darted between the sinister figures that surrounded him, and the fear in his tone was palpable.

With a sudden, tense movement, he wheeled around, brandishing his knife menacingly at the encroaching demons.

His cautious steps led him closer to the sinister beings, his back inching perilously toward their forms.

"S…sure, I can give you the slaves," the boss proposed, desperation etched into his voice.

"But in return, you have to promise to let us go." His voice grew bolder as he positioned himself beside the demons, his knife now poised perilously close to their heads.

Rose couldn't help but release an exasperated sigh, her voice a mere whisper as she muttered,

"Why do they always choose to be difficult?" Her once gentle eyes transformed into a stern, unwavering gaze as she prepared to issue her command.