The Demon King's Face Was Ordinary (2)

The old tavern was the Ember Knights’ hideout. Lydia, Morgan, Mirian, Julien, Beatrice, and Maxwell had all gathered there.

There,

Beatrice, dressed in an elegant coat, tapped the wooden table with a thoughtful expression. Her black-gloved hand made a dull sound against the worn tabletop.

Like the other members, she was lost in thought.

“….”

Tap

Tap

Tap

As the sound quietly echoed through the room,

the knights nearby turned their heads...