The apprehension that Flauros felt quickly showed on its face. It made the knights around him curious of what was inside the Demon Noble's mind. Although, no matter how painfully inquisitive they were, they refrained from forcing the demon to speak since it was doing them a favour.
Well, even if they did ask Flauros, they would receive any answer. The Demon Noble was already bordering the state of insanity. A plethora of memories began to resurface from the bottom-most dept of its consciousness, driving the demon to desire to escape.
'This parlance and this voice…!' Flauros screamed in its head, unaware of what it ought to be doing at that moment. 'This can't be!'
Flauros focused is attention on the gigantic gem, its eyes filled with animosity towards what was inside it.
'Not only was it a Demon Royalty, but the fact that it's the first prince who has descended -- This is it. It's over. We're doomed. We're definitely going to lose this battle.'
