"That Witch King is definitely plotting against me!"
Richard scratched his head while pacing back and forth in the luxurious suite.
The plush carpet under his feet made a "squeak squeak" sound with each step.
Avril, Elise, the Peacock girl he had "borrowed," and the Druid pretty boy, who was tied up like a twisted pretzel, all rolled their eyes at him.
They were no longer in Starlight Avenue City in the Hollywood Continent but in the provincial capital of the Bollywood Continent, Sariwo City, inside the most luxurious hotel available.
Ever since arriving in the Demon World, Richard could be described euphemistically as a "migratory bird," but realistically, he was more like a locust—roaming from place to place, operating flagrantly against the wind.
Everything had gone as expected. Since Flower King Richard revealed himself in the Hollywood Continent, multiple groups of spies had quietly started tailing him—elite professionals in their trade!
