March to Vraelion Estate.

It's not unusual for performers to be seen throughout the capital city of Tivera, so thankfully you don't stand out all that much. Still, you don't need your Kitty Sense to catch the watchful eyes of onlookers appreciating the beauty of your dancers. In a strange way, you can't help but feel a sense of pride about that. People may find your party members attractive, but only you have seen them in full, and experienced them in ways nobody else could imagine. Not only are you the Demon King and these your subjects, but you're Kyle Warren, and these are the girls you care about deeply, no matter how much of a handful they can be.

Eva starts to blush as she notices you looking back to them. "Kyle--I mean, Mr. Griffiths. Are you ogling me?"

You answer bluntly. "I'm ogling all of you. Why wouldn't I? You're all stunning." Then you turn forwards and continue to lead the way. You follow instructions left to you by Lynx, which thankfully ought to be easy to discern, given you're looking for one of the grandest manors in Tolis.

She doesn't know how to respond. "Well... Yeah but... Th-Thank you," she mutters.

Amara chuckles warmly. "That is sweet."

"Too blunt for me," Niki says, waving her hand dismissively.

Eva tucks her arms beneath her chest and looks to her Sunheart friend skeptically. "Too blunt? For you?"

"Hey! What does that mean?" Niki calls back.

You stroke your moustache as the party proceeds through the bustling streets. "Please, girls. We ought to behave ourselves if we're meant to be in the presence of such an established lord of Tolis." But then you look back and give a knowing wink.

"Right!" Eva giggles. "Of course."

"Yeah, yeah," Niki replies.

Eva gives her an elbow to the side.

"Er. I mean, uh." Niki clears her throat. "Yes indeed."

In a surprise attack, Jelly appears behind Niki and wiggles her fingers against her sides. "This has been fun already! I love dressing up!" she says with a big, wide smile.

Niki nearly screams, but covers her mouth with both hands. Her knees buckle, her face turns red, and she jumps forwards while giggling frantically. "S-Stop!" she managers to get out before turning to face her attacker. "I love that you're having fun, but keep your hands to yourself!"

"But you looove tickling."

"Why would you say it like that?!"

Amara tugs on your sleeve as she looks around. "Remember. We do not want to garner too much attention lest somebody recognizes our faces, especially yours."

"You're saying that to me like I have any control over this party," you reply.

Thankfully it isn't much long before you make your way straight through Tolis and towards the upper city. You swear that you feel even poorer with each step you take deeper into the district of large mansions and courtyards and vibrant grass and bright flowers. Though dressed as you are, you fit well enough, and to be fair, you do own a castle as well as a village in front of it. Your treasure hoard has room to grow, but perhaps your networth is actually far higher than most people here. Politically, however, things are different. These are the sorts of people to hold grand balls, wear gaudy clothing, and care mostly about their reputation above all else. There's a reason Eva left this life. There are surely good people amongst the noble class, such as Lalarin and possibly even Malakae herself, but otherwise you haven't had the best luck among them.

A three-storey manor sits at the end of a smooth, radiantly white pathway between flowers. There's a fountain to the side shaped like the head of a dragon spraying a stream of glistening crystal water into three layers below. The metal gates are opened, though the lack of immediate security shows just how confident Lord Vraelion must be. Nobody would mess with someone they knew to be so powerful. Though, that's what you've been doing quite a lot.

It's now or never. You look to your party, and they give you an affirming nod.