''Where do you come from? Show your face,'' a demon guard said in a cold voice.
Hector smiled and took off his hood, revealing his pale face.
''Common demon?'' The guard frowned for a moment, then nodded.
''Alright, you can go.''
Hector nodded and stepped into the city along with his fellows. Actually, demons had a strict hierarchy.
A white-faced demon was considered average in the demon world. He could have chosen another rank to disguise as, but it wouldn't work, since higher-ranking demons possessed many unique traits that artifacts were unable to copy.
It would have been better if he had chosen more carefully.
Hector glanced around and spotted an inn.
''We'll act at midnight.''
Roy and the others nodded.
Three hours later.
Hector stood by the window, quietly observing the city. Then his gaze finally shifted to the mountain in the middle of it.
Nearby, Roy spoke while peeling an apple.
