Under the watchful gaze of their leader, Hyperion, the three members of the Demon King's personal guards quickly resumed their cold and unresponsive stance.
But their intent was clear - if Hyperion gave the command, they would swiftly and decisively cut down the warden.
Hyperion moved her gaze away from the guards, her forehead beaded with sweat.
All three were associates of Lanci, and despite the ruthless modifications they had undergone, the ethos of the Hegemony Branch stated that might makes right. There was no such thing as respect for seniority.
Hyperion could feel her demon blood stir in response to Warden Corentin's provocations, but she'd learned to quell these violent urges within herself.
Becoming violent here would only make things worse.
It's not about completely eradicating her demon instincts and desires to seem more human, but to conquer and surpass these desires, to become someone who can fully control them.
"What kind of attitude is this?"
