Various servants and maids set drinks and appetisers quickly on a huge bronze coloured table, shaped like a shield. The thick top seemed made of pure metal, attracting Asmodeus's gaze as Lun led them to the second floor after a short greeting.
'It's quite elegant, strange.'
Upon seeing the private section for the first time, Nerim's eyes widened, while Asmodeus extended his fingertip.
Bzzt!
A low tingle shocked him the moment he moved. "Oh?" With a sudden gasp, he noticed that the demonic mana that naturally flowed through his skin and veins caused a reaction from the anti-magic field spread across the upper floor.
'I see... I didn't know my body would react to anti-magic like this before.'
He could only make this guess, as when casting a sensory spell on the second floor with just mana, the spell fizzled with a low snap.
