Facing the commotion in the bar, the instigator showed complete indifference, his sturdy arms firmly grasping the succubus's arm, no matter how pitiful Anna made herself look in pain.
"Mister, you really have the wrong person. I'm just a succubus," Anna said, devoid of her usual petulance, sweet as candy.
The surrounding crowd was restless but no one stepped forward to intervene.
From beneath the black hood, a deep voice as robust as his physique resonated.
"I'm just following orders, Your Highness. It's time to go home."
"I told you, you have the wrong person. I'm not any 'Your Highness'!" The succubus, Anna, waved her arms in vain, but the grip was like an iron hoop.
The Demon Race pointed to the pendant at Anna's chest.
"The emblem of Angelina, Queen of the War Messengers, a symbol of the identity of the War Demon Clan royalty."
"You're mistaken, it was a gift from someone. I didn't know it was so precious; I'll give it back to you. That should settle it, right?"
