Both Morsea and I stepped into the meeting room together without saying another word. The atmosphere inside felt noticeably heavier than it usually did, almost as if the room itself already knew what kind of discussion was about to take place. Nobody looked particularly relaxed, and honestly, I couldn't blame them for that.
Belphegor was already here, although calling it "waiting" would have been giving her a little too much credit. She wasn't even sitting upright in her chair. Instead, she was completely slumped over it, looking as though she had fallen asleep before the meeting had even properly started. Judging by the way her chest slowly rose and fell, she really was still sleeping.
Honestly, I wasn't even surprised anymore.
