A few moments prior.
Lisa and Cylia opened the door to the throne room of the palace. However, they encountered Dreyar, an S-rank demon, who sat on the throne which originally belonged to Cylia.
He stabbed the ground with his great sword as he lifted himself from the throne.
"..."
Both Cylia and Lisa were shaking in their boots and sweat rolled down their cheeks as they anxiously watched him walk toward him.
Dreyar did not say anything. The only sound they heard coming from him was his clattering armor.
Lisa clenched her robe.
Usually, a dangerous enemy would trigger her instinct to defend herself, however, this time, she was intimidated by Dreyar's pure presence so much that she did not even dare to move.
Instead of relying on her instincts, she forced her will onto her body and acted.