Chapter 192: How Not to Host a Luncheon (According to a Lazy Demon King; Do Not Wake Him Up From Slumber)
Elyn's POV
"—But isn't the luncheon for you all to get to know me?"
The question had barely settled into the silence when the sharp sound of glass striking wood cut through the hall.
Zorathys had dropped his wineglass onto the table. He placed it down with enough force to remind everyone in the room that he could shatter it if he wished.
Every noble in the dining hall froze.
"Why," he asked lazily, "should they try to get to know you?"
I turned my head toward him slowly.
He leaned back in his chair as if this were an afternoon of mild amusement rather than a formal luncheon filled with powerful territorial rulers. One arm draped over the back of his seat. His crimson gaze swept across the table with deliberate disdain.
"You are above them," he continued. "All of them."
A few nobles stiffened.
