Illiya didn't dare speak at this point, afraid of getting involved.
While Sebastian was still emphasizing the importance of their plan, Illiya's expression suddenly stiffened. In the distance, a figure caught his eye.
Short black hair brushing his shoulders, small horns on his head, wearing a pure black robe embroidered with gold trim.
That appearance...
That hairstyle...
That way of walking...
Good grief, that really looked like the Demon King himself.
Demon King Anos was getting closer to them, while Sebastian kept lecturing his irresponsible subordinate, repeating the word "plan" every few sentences.
Illiya thought this wouldn't do—the plan wasn't even underway yet and it was already over.
He quickly cleared his throat twice and interrupted the rambling white-haired butler.
"What are you talking about? Don't tell us the entire upcoming process already—we need to keep some mystery! No spoilers, no spoilers!"
