The next day.
Demon World Royal Capital Necaris.
As the first ray of morning sunlight slanted through the glass curtain wall of the great hall, one man and one cat slowly descended the staircase.
"Today marks your arrival in this Shadow World for the..."
"Twenty-ninth day."
Lanci had already learned to answer promptly.
"Meow."
The Little Black Cat was somewhat choked up; it hadn't finished reporting before Lanci interrupted.
In the dining room of the McCarthy palace, the table next to the floor-to-ceiling windows was laid with white linen and neat cutlery as if waiting for the master to take a seat.
However, on one side of the sofa, there was already a figure seated.
Hyperion looked towards Lanci and smiled at him.
Today she was not dressed as formally as a Demon World princess, but in a more casual dress that she wore on ordinary days.
"You woke up quite early."