Four people walked through the door, while outside, a knight clad entirely in Hell Armor stood guard, as profound as an abyss.
"What's that?" Dorothy asked quietly.
"That's the formidable foe both Lanslow and I have encountered."
"It looks terrifying."
The door to the room remained open as the four of them took their seats inside, and the mysterious figure in the cloak was invited by the Count to take the main seat.
Dorothy pointed at the half-elf, leaning close to Li Ang's ear: "That's my second brother, Elton."
Her breath was like orchids, with a kind of damp scent that emphasized her presence, as they walked along, increasingly wet.
Since just a moment ago, Li Ang wondered if it was just an illusion, but she seemed to be getting ever closer.
Once seated, the mysterious man spoke in a hoarse, trembling voice:
"The Count of Spark Island, the Emperor is greatly disappointed in you."
