“Kids these days just have no romance.” The voice was mixed with giggles as they approached. “Don’t you think so? They’re always trying to weigh the gains and losses, fighting only the battles they are certain to win. They’re so weak-minded, but they glamourize their selfish ideals as generosity with conviction.”

Eugene glared at Noir GIabella with cold, subdued eyes.

“Did I sound like an old woman whining?” asked Noir.

“Well, you are old,” responded Eugene.

“My, my. You shouldn’t say such things to a lady. However, I’ll let it go since it’s you. And you, of all people, should understand how I feel, right?” asked Noir, coming to stand on equal footing with Eugene. She smiled brightly while pressing down on her chest to help with her overflowing emotions.

“My Hamel.”

Eugene had prepared himself to be caught. However, hearing the words My Hamel coming from the lips of the Queen of the Night Demons was truly awful, causing his expression to become distorted.

Mer immediately hid in the crevice of Eugene’s cloak when she felt the rising tension. Raimira, who was still clinging to Eugene’s arm, trembled as soon as she met Noir’s gaze.

The demon's identity was not lost on her, and she recognized the face instantly from countless appearances on the palace's television screens. Noir Giabella, the Queen of the Night Demons, was a well-known celebrity and noble who had captured the public's attention for centuries. She was a shining star among stars.

In addition, she was the demon Raimira most admired. In fact, she had imagined asking for a picture and an autograph if she had the chance to meet Noir Giabella through her connection to the Black Dragon.

Yet, seeing...