The loud thud in the eerily silent office disturbed the calm, infernal green flame—the only source of light in the dark room. The heaving intruder stammered, his small, wrinkled fingers seeking support on his trembling knees.
“Y-Yo-Your Grace! We have a problem with the lady!”
A pair of fist-sized eyes glistened as they stared at the silhouette standing near the fireplace.
At the mention of the young lady, the previously unbothered expression of the man changed one hundred eighty degrees in a split second.
“What happened?” he asked.
A sinister pair of glowing emerald eyes looked down at the sweating goblin, who seemed to stop breathing the moment he met the gaze of his master—the Demon Lord who ruled the darkness of the Three Worlds.
“Th-The second game of the Tri-World Tournament is
