"Greetings, Demon Noble. Are you named Flauros?"
By virtue of the First Prince's proximity to the Demon Noble, it took Flauros a short while to realize what was in front of it. What the demon knew was that it was staring at the departing back of its mortal comrades. Then suddenly, in the next second, it was gazing at the murkiest void -- seemingly encasing a thousand aethras' worth of animosity.
Through the voice that the demon had just heard, it escaped its tranced state. Flauros quickly took a step back, but that was the only thing it could do. Its whole body was petrified by the tarot that abruptly engulfed its core.
"Answer me, Demon Noble. You are Flauros. Am I not mistaken?"
Even though it wanted to answer lest angering the first Prince, Flauros appeared to have lost control of its own body. However, the first Prince had yet to do anything aside from initiating a conversation with the Demon Noble.
