In an old, dimly lit, basement, was nothing more than an empty room with a few crates scattered around. However, hidden in the shadows was a figure of a young man, carrying a silver-haired young girl.
The figure was none other than the devil boy, and he had Elven Princess Alisa in his arms. He carefully put the princess down on the floor, her body was still unconscious, and her breathing was steady, and the dark aura was still surrounding her.
'Hah... Finally, we are alone.' He had escaped from the knight boy, and he had finally managed to bring the princess to the meeting point. 'And that guard who was following me must have crashed into the tower looking at how he hasn't appeared yet. Good.'
"Hey boss, where are you? I'm here." The devil boy called out to the muscular man, the leader of the group. But, he got no response.
