As they neared the counter, the low hum of conversation among the demons in line was suddenly pierced by a commotion ahead. The sound of raised voices cut through the air, drawing the attention of those nearby.
A High-Rank Demon, dressed in ostentatious garb that clearly marked him as someone of importance, was gesturing wildly at a beleaguered counter officer who was attempting to remain calm despite the verbal onslaught.
"Sir, as I've explained, every demon arriving at this Landing Outpost must check in with their personal seal. The seal is attuned to your magic power and can only be activated with your permission. Without the seal verification, I cannot proceed."
The noble demon, whose face was twisted in indignation, spat out his words with venom.
"You dare deny me entry? I am an Upper Fifth Noble, and you're just a commoner—nothing more than a lowly clerk.
