Lisandra followed Melogas, trembling, her face as pale as paper and her eyes filled with awe and unease.
As a young and weak demon secretary, she instinctively felt the terrifying aura of this member of the Great Demon Clan.
This was the Principal's Office of Purgatory Corridor Academy, where an old chandelier hung from the high ceiling, casting a soft light that shone on the dark brown wooden floor.
Opposite the marble fireplace, there lay a comfortable office reclining chair and a wide brown wooden desk, its magic book cover weathered by the years, the edges slightly curled.
Outside the large framed window, starlight from the Demon World spilled into the room, overlapping with the lamplight to create a radiant illumination.
Next to the square-shaped coffee table by the window, there was a soft woven armchair, giving off a sense of leisurely retirement.