Standing in the crowd, Shami wasn't very flustered.
Ever since becoming the Demon King, he hadn't done anything particularly outrageous, focusing mainly on hiding and growing stronger, without causing significant casualties to other races. Even when attacking villages, he didn't harm the villagers' lives.
Therefore, according to normal logic, the second Divination Art should reveal some unimportant information that slightly exposes his identity.
For instance, not only is he a big-breasted alien girl fanatic, but recently he also finds flat chests cute, possessing a kind of moldable charm; perhaps subconsciously, he's a flat chest enthusiast too.
Or maybe, beautiful girls' small feet are also very charming.
However, if these things aren't specified by name, he will firmly deny them.
At this moment, the pinnacle of the Tower of Fate radiated light, the soft white light spreading like blossoming petals during the day.
