I stood in the corner in the main hall, leaning against the pillar, with the drink in my hand.
There is nothing here that sparked my interest.
Even with the guests teeming every inch of this grand hall no one dared to approach me.
I noticed the subtle shifts in their demeanor as they caught sight of me. Whispers and glances followed in my wake, and I became acutely aware of the distance that had formed between me and the other attendees.
It was a stark reminder of my status as the Demon Prince, a title that carried both awe and fear.
I saw even the ministers of this city exchange guarded looks, their expressions betraying a mix of curiosity, apprehension, and even a touch of reverence. Some averted their gaze, as if afraid to meet his eyes, while others took discreet steps to keep their distance.
The room seemed to part ways for him, creating an invisible barrier that separated me from the rest of the partygoers.
