This isn't just because the sense of oppression the other side brought is too strong, but also because the eyes they're looking at us with are exceedingly cold and heartless.
It's not like they're looking at a group of fellow human beings, more like they're looking at a group of ants, a bunch of clowns, a pile of food, a group of... prey!
Though his character is poor, as a seasoned swordsman, Diles realized.
This is an existence he absolutely cannot defeat.
This is an executioner against whom even begging for mercy is useless.
If he cried, howled, screamed, or cursed in anger, the other side might even feel pleasured.
Even without seeing the horns hidden by the Illusion Technique, or the pitch-black whites around the golden eyes, Diles knew, this excessively beautiful woman in front of him... is a demon!
And indeed, it was so.
"Splurt!"
Beside Diles, a ripping sound like tearing cloth echoed.
