The Blood Race Marquis's face was practically green, twisted with misery.
The audience from Dragon Country couldn't help but sigh for him.
[Honestly, this guy has some seriously bad luck.]
[What's that saying? You just can't escape your fated tribulations.]
[You guys are so destined to meet. Why don't you just adopt this pack of little hellions?]
[He's at least a high-level Evil Star, right? And he's hiding here because he's scared of a bunch of kids?]
[It's perfectly normal, nothing to be ashamed of. Drop any one of these kids into another instance, and they'd be a world-ending demon lord!]
...
At that moment.
"Mister Marquis?"
"How did you know we'd arrived at our territory? Did you come all this way just to welcome us?"
Meimei asked the Blood Race Marquis curiously.
His blood pressure skyrocketed upon hearing her words.
'Welcome?'
He wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run.
'So much for enjoying the show, now I'm the one in the hot seat!'
