Mae-hwa had finally arrived.
The Royal Meeting Hall fell silent the moment she stepped through the enormous doors. She entered with her usual graceful composure, holding her folding fan over the lower half of her face while the Elite Demon who had escorted her followed several steps behind. Despite arriving late, there wasn't even the slightest trace of urgency in the way she walked.
"I apologize for being late."
No one answered her.
Mae-hwa's pink eyes slowly moved across the table. Every demon present was staring at her, their expressions unusually serious, as if they had been waiting long enough to judge her the moment she appeared. She endured their gazes for several seconds before releasing a tired sigh behind her fan.
"I know I'm beautiful, but please don't stare at me this much."
Ragnar Graves finally broke the silence. His enormous body leaned back against the chair as he looked at her with obvious irritation, completely unimpressed by her entrance.
