Dark Tower

A day later, Ron headed to the demon king's castle.

Compared to the common and more accessible rooms on the first floor, the second floor was a place that needed strict permission.

Even though he was a prince, Ron had to show his insignia to the guards for permission.

'I drank too much yesterday.' Craning his neck to the left and right, Ron opened the door of the meeting room and was about to begin addressing the hunting teams.

"Huh?"

The foot he raised to step forward froze in mid-air as he found something weird.

Var.

Prince Var was missing.

"Prince Ron." The hunting team members greeted him with a smile and Ron returned a polite smile.

But he didn't respond any further as he was lost in his thoughts. 'He's here way ahead of time in the previous meetings, what happened now?'

"-egin?"

The words of an abyssal snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Huh? What?" Ron blinked twice and looked around.