There were three rooms on the house's first floor reserved for the exorcists.
Without waiting for anyone else to speak, Eryon said, "I want a room to myself. Don't bother me!"
The humans all turned to look at him, their eyes practically asking, Are you serious?
Perhaps even until their deaths, they would never witness the terrified face of this foolish man.
Sensing everyone's stares, Eryon instinctively wanted to retreat a little, but he quickly stood up straight, crossed his arms in front of his body, and frowned, saying, "What are you all staring at, huh? You guys seriously envy my beauty, don't you? That Lucian guy from earlier, too!"
Then he touched his forehead and sighed dramatically, "Being too good-looking is a curse…"
Almost as if mentioning his flawless face could wipe away all fear and awkwardness, Eryon's nerves vanished entirely.
