Chapter 44: Demon Folk (2)

I felt bad for the craftsmen who worked hard with limited resources and time, but honestly, our fortress's reception room was pathetic.

It was more suited to be a dining hall than a reception room. There wasn't a single famous painting or decoration—just a bare, rustic space.

However, either because they didn't have the luxury to notice such things, or because this was enough for demons who had lived on battlefields for ages, they didn't seem to look down on it.

They just stared at us with slightly narrowed eyes, as if trying to gauge our intentions.

It was natural for them to be somewhat tense, considering they had essentially crawled into the enemy's maw along with their leader.

On the other hand, we weren't in any position to judge.

Baron David and the other knights all wore unpleasant expressions, as if old memories were resurfacing.

The fact that they couldn't wear their Tree Guards indoors probably contributed to their unease.

The elves, having no memories of war, showed more curiosity than fear or caution.

However, unlike the other elves, Pina glared at the demons, especially Izarbella, with an expression full of hostility beyond mere caution...