"Your Royal Highness Elissa, His Majesty is waiting for you in the hall. Please follow me in." The guard made a gesture of invitation towards Elissa, who snorted coldly and walked straight into the hall.

Michail's gaze followed closely behind, only retracting after the doors of the hall closed.

"Mr. Michail, do you think my sister is more beautiful than me?" Ariel grabbed the hem of her skirt, her originally confident and proud demeanor turned submissive upon seeing her sister Elissa.

"Huh?" Michail was puzzled. Ariel's words seemed somewhat reproachful? Was it because he had been looking at Elissa more than necessary?

"It's okay, Mr. Michail."

Ariel lowered her head, the corridor floor was glossy and reflected her dejected expression like a mirror. Seeing her own troubled expression, Ariel forcefully slapped her own cheek.

"Sorry! I suddenly said such things and made you uncomfortable!"

Ariel's forced smile touched Michail. There was a time when he was surrounded by humans with genuine emotions, but all that remained after he became a demon was fear and falsehood.

"What are you saying," Michail ruffled Ariel's princess head. As someone with a considerable height advantage, Michail easily executed a head pat, "Of course I prefer you, Ariel."

"Pre-pre-pre..." Ariel stuttered, unable to finish her sentence.

"Isn't this the waste princess Ariel?" A voice laced with mockery sounded, unbearable to the ears.

Leaning on a man at the end of the corridor, the magnificent robes he wore indicated his noble status: "Congratulations on your accomplishments this time, picking up dog shit sure brings good luck, Your Highness Princess."

Michail's gaze darkened. This was why he detested humans. Whether it was in the Kalam continent or this otherworld, these smelly humans were truly omnipresent.

"I..."

"Nothing more than cannon fodder." Michail's eyes turned cold. Facing this unpleasant human, he had no intentions of holding back with his words or his actions.

"Huh?" The man in robes looked incredulously at this audacious foreigner with a dull complexion and a face that could be classified as clean and handsome. To him, these things could be overlooked, what mattered the most was that he was a noble, and this man seemed like a commoner.

While not fully understanding what cannon fodder meant, the man in robes was certain that the other party was mocking him, "Trash that the waste princess picked up, dare to challenge the Ace's heir, me!?"

"Pfft." Michail couldn't help but burst into laughter. There had never been anyone bold enough to speak to him like this, "You boast so much, but during battle, you were still cowering in this palace."

Upon hearing this, the man in robes grew furious. He brought out the short staff from his chest and the embedded round crystal on the staff lit up with a faint magical light. "Today, I will drive you, this foreign mutt, out of Ace!"

"Rold!" Ariel grabbed Michail's hand and protected him behind her, "The King said Mr. Michail is a guest of Ace. What you're doing right now is disrespectful to the King!"

Clearly, this human princess cared more about others' feelings than defending herself. Humans of this sentimental and virtuous nature couldn't survive a single episode in the Kalam continent... In this situation, the inner thoughts of Demon King Michail had deviated from the plot entirely.

However, speaking of which, was this man in robes actually called Rold? Michail finally took a proper glance at him. He'll be the first human to be eradicated in this otherworld.

Your name doesn't matter, what matters is, you won't be around much longer.

"Tsk." Rold sneered in disdain. His position was high, and with the support of the Grand Princess Elissa, insulting a worthless little princess was fine, but if traced back to the King, it would become a different matter altogether.

Sensible, Rold retracted his weapon and walked towards the direction of the hall. As he left, he didn't forget to glare at the foreign traveler. It may just be his illusion, but when their gazes locked in the end, he seemed to see a crimson hue in the man's pitch-black eyes—an unfamiliar color not belonging to humans.