"Today, I want to reveal a fact to everyone,"
Lord Perlman gently tapped his cane, and a magic projection screen slowly emerged on the wall behind him in the banquet hall.
After that, he no longer spoke, simply pressing his cane and waiting for the images behind him to unfold.
The Demon Race members cast puzzled looks toward the sight.
The perspective followed a mysterious figure cloaked in a deep gray cape.
In one corner of the screen, the time displayed was 3:26 in the morning.
That is, right now.
But the surrounding buildings were not from Poson's Demon World; rather, they were from the all-too-familiar South Bank of Floral City Pariel.
The sky, laden with dark clouds, was frequently torn by the sound of rolling thunder; huge raindrops poured down, splashing countless water droplets on the deserted streets.
The cloaked figure walked across the square in front of the South Bank city hall, holding an umbrella.