A Demon Kings Melancholy
The rain flowed like a raging tide covering the land, vision impaired as the cold, wet scent of dirt filled the air. Yuina and the demon knights claimed victory against the pope and empress. Despite the calls for celebration...
There was a heavy curtain that dulled the obvious delightful celebration.
"Where is Asmodeus?"
"Princess Yuina, it seems he is still in the forest." A knight covered in blood answered, their dark eyes lowered.
"I see, when you have recovered. Send people to find him, understood?"
Yuina wished to rush to his side right away, but the moment she felt that dark, heavy pressure vanish. She felt anger—another force appeared, even darker and filled with terrifying power.
It wasn't the enemy who put that pressure on her, but Asmodeus—she could sense his bitter feelings somehow.