"P-Prince?" Tyrion muttered and immediately bowed. "I apologize for not greeting you, sir!"
The man didn't react in the slightest, but the air around him did get slightly heavier. Instead, he continued staring at Tyrion until eventually he spoke, his voice cold.
"Who was here?" Prince asked. "A few moments ago, I felt someone incredibly powerful appear. Yet before I could arrive, that certain someone vanished."
He narrowed his eyes. "Where's Silas?"
"T-The demon?" Tyrion mumbled. "He... I'm not sure. He was here earlier. As for the person you're referring to, it was a platinum-haired man. He reacted to the Demonic Soul Purification Array, so he's very likely a demon. I can't remember how his eyes looked... or his face. Only his hair, sorry, my Prince."
Prince sighed. "It is fine. When dealing with you, I am used to disappointment. I will go look for the man you mentioned, but the topic of your son's misalignment must be sealed this instant."
