Igniel quickly stood up, dusting off his dark clothes a bit before answering.
"Father, the demon queen Juba refused to give me any kind of details through her messengers."
Igniel maintained his firm posture, recounting the strange demands of the other monarch of the shadows.
"She strongly insists on meeting with you personally to discuss the matter in her territory."
"Ho..." The demon king let out a deep sound, seeming to find some amusement in that bold demand.
Rohan rested his elbow on the wide arm of the stone throne in total relaxation.
And he let his hard face rest on the knuckles of his hand. "It must be about the problem with Zelyn," he commented.
"I do not think so," Flare said, shaking her head and crossing her arms beneath her chest.
"That annoying little brat must already be dead in some forgotten part of the forest," the demon queen asserted coldly.
