"What? Fiend Demon!" Menia's delicate face changed once again, suddenly becoming extremely serious.
"Rein, are you sure the ancient wizards referred to that black mist as the Fiend Demon?"
"I'm sure, Prince Menia." Rein nodded.
"Tell me in detail about your encounter with the Fiend Demon." Menia pondered for a moment, then spoke in a deep voice.
Rein nodded. He knew that Menia wanted to confirm if what he encountered was indeed the Fiend Demon.
"At first, there was a kind of black worm clinging to the head of a goblin corpse. After I killed it, I found it very strange because the thing turned into a black smoke and disappeared... In the prison on the second underground floor, I encountered an ancient minotaur shrouded in black mist..."
As Rein recounted his story, Menia's delicate face became increasingly solemn.
"From your description, it seems that it truly is a Fiend Demon..."
