What are you laughing at? You need to change too!

The shadows in the corner writhed.

He remained stubbornly cloaked,

his entire body wrapped tightly in darkness.

The night was deep now.

If not for Vivian’s acute sensitivity to dark energy,

she might have mistaken it for just an unremarkable shadow in the warehouse corner.

On the other side, Vault Demon Lord Molly

snapped open her sharp golden eyes at Vivian’s voice.

Her six pairs of cyan-black feathered wings instinctively unfurled slightly,

emitting a faint rustle.

A poised, razor-edged aura subtly radiated.

“What are you doing? Rein it in, both of you!”

Vivian stared at her colleagues instantly entering “combat readiness,”

momentarily stunned and speechless.

She lowered her voice in reprimand.

“We’re continuing stealth infiltration—

not charging in for a massacre!

Hurry and tone down this ‘afraid no one knows we’re Demon Lords’ vibe.

Act ‘normal’!”

Vivian eyed the pair, somewhat helpless.

“What do you mean, act normal?”

“Guga?”

At her words, Silvester and Molly exchanged baffled glances.

Silvester’s voice from within the shadows carried clear confusion

and a hint of resistance.

Molly tilted her head, golden eyes brimming with pure bewilderment,

as if asking, “If not this, then how?”

“Sigh, like this.”

Vivian sighed in resignation, too lazy for further explanation.

Her mana circulated faintly.

The armor proclaiming her Demon Lord status—

cold spikes and dark runes—rippled like water and vanished.

In its place: a decently made but plainly styled,

somewhat outdated deep-gray traveling mage robe.

Her features changed little,

only her striking purple hair turning common dark brown,

crimson demonic pupils softening to mild hazel.

Her aura shifted instantly from icy Demon Lord

to a dust-worn, slightly weary female mage.

Just as when she escaped under Garen’s nose before.

“Ordinary is fine—blend into crowds without standing out.”

She emphasized, gaze fixing on Silvester.

“Most importantly, show your face!

Wrapping yourself like a robber ready to strike—

afraid the guards at the gate won’t stop you for questioning?”

With that, Vivian turned to Silvester.

“Why must we show our faces?”

Silvester was clearly flustered,

his tone even wavering—

as if exposure to open air was excruciating.

“Nonsense! This is human core territory—Rhine Holy Church turf!

The more you skulk and sneak, the more suspicious you look!

Only by acting open and ordinary

can we minimize attention!”

“…”

The shadow representing Shadow Demon Lord Silvester quivered,

seemingly in fierce internal struggle.

For a Demon Lord accustomed to merging with shadows,

minimizing presence to nothing—

this was indeed hard to accept.

Molly, watching Silvester’s predicament,

found it amusing and let out a few suppressed,

sparrow-like chuckles.

Vivian immediately glared at her.

“What’s so funny? You need to change too!

Conceal those claws and wings!”

“Gugururu?”

Suddenly called out, Molly froze.

She glanced at her densely scaled, eagle-sharp talons,

then twisted to eye her six proud, powerful wings,

emitting a reluctant cry.

“Look at those wings, those claws—

couldn’t be more obvious!

You don’t look remotely human.

I bet before we reach [Court of Radiance],

someone will stop you like this!”

“Gagaga!”

Vivian snapped irritably.

Thus, the other two Demon Lords,

grudgingly, were forcibly transformed by Vivian.

“D-Damn it, Moggs never said we’d have to do this…”

Silvester’s complaining voice trembled with humiliation.

His enveloping shadows reluctantly receded,

revealing his true form—

a black-haired boy looking only fifteen or sixteen,

slender and frail!

Pale skin from lack of sun,

delicate features with a timid shyness.

Pitch-black eyes like a startled fawn,

darting away from contact.

No one could link this to the fearsome Shadow Demon Lord.

As for Molly—

she simply retracted claws and wings.

Her six pairs flashed unwillingly,

dissolving into motes of light beneath her shoulder blades.

Scaled talons twisted into ordinary human hands—

slender yet still subtly powerful at the knuckles.

Her vivid red hair dulled slightly.

Her sharp golden avian pupils couldn’t fully change—

only softened to a rarer shade.

She flexed her fingers uncomfortably,

pouting heavily, radiating restrained unease.

“Guruguru! Gagagu!”

The two Demon Lords grumbled in turn—

Vivian hadn’t expected Shadow Demon Lord Silvester’s transformation

to be such a young black-haired boy.

But regardless, with Demon Lord-level mastery over their energy,

they suppressed mana fluctuations to near nothing.

Unless deliberately probed by another Demon Lord,

ordinary clergy or detection arrays

could never uncover their true identities.

Still, Vivian’s mouth twitched

at her two “refreshed” colleagues.

One like a noble young master on his first outing,

nervous and awkward.

The other like a hyperactive wild girl

wanting to paw at everything.

This duo looked anything but reliable.

“Now, final confirmation.”

Vivian drew a deep breath, assuming leadership,

voice low.

“From now on, I’m Mage Nanali.

You two are my attendants…

Um, Silvester, you’re ‘Sil,’ my apprentice.

Molly, you’re my attendant…

Yes, Silvester is ‘Sil,’ my apprentice.

Molly is my attendant.

Memorize it—

speak little, watch my cues,

follow my orders!”

“U-Understood… so troublesome…”

Black-haired boy “Sil” hung his head,

voice mosquito-thin, as if one more word might kill him.

“Gu… understood.”

Molly managed, still adjusting to balance without wings.

Vivian rubbed her throbbing temples,

suppressing the urge to ditch these “problem children,”

and nodded.

“Good. Move out.”

She silently pushed open the warehouse’s decayed wooden door.

The three melted into the night like phantoms,

quietly departing their temporary hideout.