"So, Maurice Noxviel, have you come here to claim your prize?"
Alex, who was sitting on his throne with Azaroth by his side and Luna on the other, questioned the crown prince of Noxveil as he kept patting Noctura, who was positioned on his lap.
He stared at Maurice, who seemed to have aged a lot in just a day.
His shoulders were slumped, his eyes were sunken, and his face was paler.
Muarice right now looked like a guy who was having an existential crisis, or something like that.
And he actually was.
Since the moment he found out what he had done, he couldn't believe it.
'Who did it?'
'Did someone control him?'
Such questions did appear in his head, but he couldn't come to a solid conclusion.
He even doubted that maybe it was Alex, the demon lord, who did it, but that conclusion was soon trashed as well.
Why would the demon lord do that to him?