Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

Many [C] and [B] rank items and artifacts came up in the auction but were quickly hoarded by the Demon Dukes and Demon Marquess. There were even items such as the [B] rank eye of perception that could see through the status of someone higher level than them. There were many other [B] rank items that came up in the auction, but none could catch the eyes of the Demon Archdukes as they silently sat on their seats enjoying the show. To them, unless it was an [A] rank artifact, it wouldn't catch their interest.

The auction was starting to heat up when suddenly a voice sounded "Ahahaha it seems the auction is going quite well." The voice was not loud but could be heard clearly across the hall. At that moment, the very hall became silent and even those lofty Demon Archdukes who were cozily seating wore stunned faces.

Four people, three men, and one woman appeared out of thin air in front of the hall. The man that just spoke out had a butler's attire and wore an unusual half-red half-black tailcoat. His face was half visible and the other half was covered by a sad face mask. He was releasing no aura and his presence was so feeble that he would just disappear if they didn't pay any attention to it.

"Ah! Sir Amon, I'm grateful to Lady Lilith for sending you." Gareth said as he gave a slight bow towards Amon.

"Gareth I hope we aren't late?" a stunningly beautiful lady with pointed elf ears and an icy cold face called out. She had mesmerizing curves that could instantly ensnare one's soul, skin as white as the early snow of a winter night. Her indescribably magnificent eyes seemed as if they could even outshine the moon itself. Looking from afar her physique was so perfect that she instantly caught the attention of all the demons present inside the hall.

"Not at all lady Zelda, you are just in time. Please send my regards to Lord Baal after all this is over" he said as he hurriedly averted his eyes from the woman named Zelda whose presence had enough charm to mesmerize all the demons present in the hall.

"Sir Stellar I'm grateful to Lord Astaroth for sending you in these difficult times," Gareth said as he looked towards an old man with white hair and a long beard wearing a grey robe. Stellar nodded and lightly thumped his long staff into the ground. Similar to Amon, the old man had no presence and appeared to be an ordinary person.

"Gareth it's been a long time." A man in heavy warrior armor that seemed to be made of some mysterious material greeted. His face had many scars which added to his already scary face and he carried himself with an air of haughtiness. He was the only person among the four who was releasing some of his aura and his presence seemed as strong as the Demon Archdukes "Indeed Deimos it's been a while. Is Lord Procell doing well?" Gareth replied as he shook Deimos' hand as if they were good friends.

After the greetings were finished, the four of them nonchalantly took their seats and sat down. All the demons present in the hall had a reverent gaze as they looked towards the seats where the four were seated. Looking at this scene a smile bloomed on Gareth's face as he looked a the crowd.

Simon who was at the back of the hall was also staring at the four people that made their entrance. He had a vague idea of the position of the four as he looked at the reverent gaze of the demons around.

"Mann I was hoping to see Lady Lilith who is rumored to be one of the most beautiful women in this world alongside Goddess Vanessa, one of the Seven Seraphims," Oswell said as he gave a sigh and looked very disappointed.. The demihuman girl behind him shook her head and had an exasperated look that said she was already used to his antics.