Unknown to Pierrus, or Kiko, or Heshu, or Hogun, or even the sleeping Adu, an object hung at the corner of the tent's wall.
It was camouflaged, but beyond the veil of Magic, the object covertly monitored the group.
This item had lens that captured every moment and recorded everything they conversed on—relaying it to another source in real time.
This object was a security camera, and the footage was being watched by the very entity the demons loathed and revered.
He smiled in his room, satisfied by their words and the outcome of their conversation.
Rising from his position, he prepared the outfit he would wear and readied himself to make the offer.
"Excellent..."
After all, he was now guaranteed that they wouldn't refuse.
Why was he so concerned about their acceptance? Why couldn't he just resort to force, like he had originally intended?
He had proved time and time again that he was superior to them, so it shouldn't have mattered to him anyway.
Well, it did matter.
