The elegantly dressed attendant wore a flawless, humble smile on his face, bowing slightly as he led the three of them through the bustling hall, heading toward an elevator door embedded with dark metal deep within the first floor.
He skillfully pressed the call button, and the elevator doors slid open silently, revealing a lavish space lined with gold and decorated with golden threads.
Ingrid couldn’t help but glance curiously around the refined interior of the elevator, her eyes filled with astonishment at such extravagance.
However, Ange, standing slightly in front and to the side of her, never took her violet eyes off the guiding attendant.
Just as the elevator doors closed and began to ascend smoothly, a flash of cold light darted quickly through Ange’s gaze.
She sneered inwardly. The painstakingly maintained human disguise was as good as nonexistent in her eyes—she could smell the sulfur and rot-laden aura of Magic wafting from beneath that skin, the stench that only seeped out from the lowest depths of Hell.
This was a kind of lowly monster, sporting bat-like leathery wings, lacking intelligence but adept at disguising itself and serving higher-ranked Demons.
It seemed this place had truly been heavily infiltrated. Thankfully, the academy hadn’t sent anyone else.
After running for a short while, the elevator gave a soft jolt and stopped.
The attendant turned around, still wearing his professional, respectful smile, though his tone seemed a touch more serious.
“Honored ladies, I am terribly sorry. The top floor Entertainment Zone only receives VIPs such as yourselves. As for this person…”
His gaze shifted to Ange, feigning an exaggerated look of difficulty.
“According to our regulations, accompanying servants are not allowed to enter. We have prepared a dedicated Rest Area for attendants on the second floor, which is just as comfortable.”
Huayin and Ingrid, hearing this, instinctively looked at Ange, a hint of hesitation flickering in their eyes.
Let the teacher go alone while they ventured deeper into the lion’s den?
Just as Huayin parted her red lips, clearly about to assert herself with her usual forceful manner, Ange spoke first, her voice calm and steady, adopting the perfectly trained tone of a Butler.
“I understand, Young Ladies. Please enjoy yourselves and do take care. I will wait for you in the Rest Area.”
Her tone was so natural, even tinged with obedience, that Huayin swallowed the words she’d been about to speak.
She immediately caught on, tilted her chin up, and instantly adopted the air of a haughty Noble Lady, waving her hand at Ange with a trace of impatience in her voice.
“Alright, alright, you’re so naggy. Just go find somewhere to wait. We’ll call you when we’re done playing.”
“Yes, Young Lady.” Ange bowed slightly, her manner flawless.
Seeing Ange like this, Huayin felt a secret sense of delight.
To be honest, Ange was acting more professional than her own family’s Butler.
She suddenly had the urge to hire her back home—after all, this person seemed pretty short on cash, didn’t she?
The attendant, seeing this, offered an even more sincere smile and added to Ange, “Please rest assured, the safety of our guests is our utmost priority at the Casino. The top floor’s security is absolutely reliable, and no one will disturb the two ladies in any way.”
Ange only nodded slightly and said nothing more.
When the elevator opened at the second floor, the attendant indicated that Ange could exit there.
Ange bowed again to Huayin and Ingrid, watching as the elevator doors slowly closed and sent the two students toward the unknown top floor.
Then, she turned around and, expressionless, stepped into the so-called “attendants’ Rest Area.”
The environment here was indeed decent—plush sofas, an exquisite bar, and a few well-dressed people scattered about, looking like Butlers or drivers.
However, the moment Ange entered, her brows knitted ever so slightly.
The scent… was overwhelming… that of Demons, the stench.
A heavy aura thick with sulfur, desire, and dark Magic was so dense it was almost tangible, filling the entire space.
It was far more potent than what that Lesser Demon from earlier could emit.
Deep in her violet eyes, a faint, almost imperceptible filthy gleam belonging to the Gluttony Demon Lord flashed and vanished.
The bloodline of Beelzebub was quietly stirred. Though only a trace, it was enough to instantly alter the colors of the world before her eyes.
In her vision, those “Humans” who had seemed properly dressed and quietly chatting now showed ripples in their disguises, like water disturbed by a stone, revealing their true forms beneath.
On the sofa sat a Warbrute Demon, its skin a dark red and horns sprouting from its head.
By the bar lounged a Stalker, its body twisted and its tentacles writhing, looking just like an octopus.
In the corner, a few Lesser Demons gathered, their eyes greedy and voices whispering… The entire second floor Rest Area was nothing less than a small den of Demons.
Only three genuine Humans sat scattered around, their faces uneasy or anxious as they sat surrounded by Demons, completely oblivious to the danger, thinking they were simply mingling with attendants from other families.
“Phew—what a hassle.”
Ange plastered a fawning smile on her face and proactively approached the three genuine Humans.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” she said in a lowered voice, adopting a tone as if seeking out a business partner,
“You all seem rather distinguished. I imagine the families you serve are no ordinary ones either. Would you be interested in discussing a potential cooperation? Our family happens to have some promising projects recently…”
Her words were glib and persuasive.
Taking advantage of the Demons’ preoccupation with drinking and entertainment, she managed to herd the three unsuspecting Humans toward the relatively open area near the elevator.
Just a few more steps and she could shove them into the elevator and send them away from this den of monsters.
However…
“Hey! Where are those Humans?!”
A drunken Warbrute Demon suddenly slammed down its wine glass, glaring at the spot where its chosen playthings had sat—now empty.
Its blood-red eyes swept the room and quickly locked onto the silver-haired woman by the elevator, the one about to spirit its prey away.
Instantly, over a dozen gazes—filled with malice, greed, and offended fury—all focused sharply on Ange.