Chapter 811 – The Sole Holder of Hell
Gula watched that smile with a mixture of disbelief and reluctant fondness. It was soft, genuine, and utterly unguarded, the kind of expression rarely seen among demons, especially those born into the Sin Houses. Lullaby looked like someone who had simply found something she liked and decided to keep it, without overthinking, without strategy. It was both endearing and deeply unsettling.
Gula huffed, crossing her arms as she sank deeper into her confectionery throne. "Fine."
Lullaby blinked slowly. "You agree? Just like that?"
"Yeah," Gula replied, as if it were the most obvious decision in the world. "Besides, I told you… the king is weird lately."
Her tone shifted, sweetness giving way to something more serious. The clouds around them dimmed slightly, reflecting the change in mood.
