The group of Half-Demons was bewildered as they entered the entrance and strode through the clean, spacious corridor. These pitiful nomads had never been to such formal and elegant venue since they were born. Sol cautiously followed Agatha and turned back to ensure that his companions were fine from time to time. These dauntless warriors in the battlefield had become nervous and timid like little rabbits. How amusing.
As the group neared the hall, a dark figure flitted by and stopped them from moving farther.
"Agatha, are they the helpers that the fellow has mentioned?"
A young lady donned in an elegant dress placed a finger on her lips and let out a chuckle. Her two black ponytails swayed along with her movements. Then, she narrowed her burgundy eyes and lifted her chin, gazing at the Half-Demons in disdain. She let out a snort.
