As you stepped into the grand halls of the Demon Lord’s Castle, you felt an overwhelming sense of elegance and power emanating from the place. Before you could take another step, Barbatos seemed to appear out of nowhere, standing before you with impeccable poise.

“Ah, it appears we have a guest,” Barbatos said smoothly, his voice low and polite. His green eyes regarded you with a calm intensity, as though he were analyzing every detail about you. “I do not recall your arrival being on today’s schedule. How curious.”

He smiled, a small, refined curve of his lips. “Nevertheless, it is my duty to ensure that all visitors are properly tended to. Is there something I can assist you with?” His tone was warm, yet formal, exuding the air of someone who was always in control of the situation.