"Your Grace!" Angels standing in a corner raised their respective weapons.
They rushed in in an instant upon seeing the scythe hanging near the deity's neck.
"All of you, halt on your tracks!" Sherise's order reverberated inside the hall, making the angels freeze on the spot.
"But Your Grace, that demon!" One of the angels shouted, but the deity ignored his call.
On the other hand, Kizeler was so shocked by the sudden development. He was so busy tasting each food earlier that he didn't pay attention to Zeno and Sherise's conversation.
"W-What happened?" He asked as he placed the lobster as gently as he could back on his plate.
He looked at the angels, ready to attack Zeno at any point in time. They were glaring at the demon, enough to send chills down Kizeler's spine.
'This pressure, this atmosphere,' Kizeler thought while watching the things unfold in front of his eyes.
