In a small wooden house on the corner of a street in the western district of the Demon Lord's Castle, a furry father donned his best attire—his former military uniform—and sat solemnly in the center of the room.
His two sons, so stupid that they drooled, had been sent upstairs early with stern warnings not to shout. Beside him sat his daughter Ilena, the family member he cared about most at this moment, while his wife repeatedly wiped a table that was too old to get any cleaner.
As for his serious demeanor... naturally, there was a reason for it.
It was information he had obtained from an old friend, and that information consisted of just one very short sentence.
According to news that had passed through who knows how many connections, the person coming to his house to pick up Ilena this time was a big shot, someone much more important than he had imagined.