As soon as Silvena finished her part, Ruvian did not waste the chance she made. He stepped forward hurriedly, moving straight toward the demons with a heavy feeling of danger around him.
With a faint flash of light, the blade he had acquired from the auction materialized in his grasp, drawn forth from his dimensional ring.
Tightening his grip around the hilt, Ruvian slowly lowered the blade's tip toward the demons before him.
"So, why do you demons seek this scroll? What is so special about it?"
For a passing instant, the demons fell into silence.
Their expressions grew rigid upon hearing his statement, clearly unprepared for their disguise to be uncovered so effortlessly.
None of them confessed, yet none attempted to deny it either.
But their hesitation alone was already an answer.
"D-demons… what do you mean by that?" one of them asked, his voice laced with unease.
Ruvian silently studied their reaction.
'They really are a pitiful band of liars.'
