Human Realm, Canyon of Gods.
On the outskirts of the canyon, atop a cliff, Danas stood holding his Magic Book, gazing toward the far end of the distant horizon with an inscrutable expression.
The refinement and composure he had once possessed had vanished from this demon, making it seem as though he had lost his calm for the first time in his life. Beneath the sky, his eyes repeatedly flashed with emotions others could not understand.
When the Queen Consort arrived, she saw Danas like this and could not help but sigh inwardly.
Ever since yesterday, after his conversation with that Demon Lord, this once exceptionally shrewd partner had become like this. Not only had he remained standing here, seemingly lost in thought, but he also appeared indifferent to everything, as though he no longer belonged in this world.
The Queen Consort knew that Danas becoming this way was inevitable.
Having heard such a truth and learned the secret of his own existence, anyone would likely have found it impossible to remain calm.
Danas might have been clever, but he clearly could not remain entirely unaffected by it.
After all, the dream he had always pursued and the goal he had always envisioned had turned out to be a false excuse—a colossal lie even he himself had failed to notice. It was a cruel reality that could drive anyone to a mental breakdown.
The fact that Danas had remained calm at all was already impressive.
At the very least, the Queen Consort knew that if it had been her, she certainly would not have managed it.
Thinking of this, the Queen Consort shook her head and slowly stepped forward.
She had come here for only one reason: to report the current situation to Danas.
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