Actually, Hao Ren had already guessed that the little girl was Izax's daughter when she crawled out of the cockpit of the fake Mad Demon King—but guessing was one thing, and believing it was another. He stared blankly at the small, exquisitely pretty girl on the screen, then looked at Izax with an indescribably strange expression. "Big guy, are you really sure she's your daughter?"
"How could I be wrong?!" Izax sprang to his feet. "I'm going to see her!"
Lily jumped up after him. "I'm coming too, I'm coming too..."
Hao Ren still wanted to ask a few questions, but this was clearly not the time. He could only rush out of the room with the group toward the throne hall. His thoughts remained a mess along the way. He had imagined countless possibilities regarding the fake Mad Demon King, but he had never expected this: Wang Daquan's daughter was inside, piloting it...
He kept feeling that something was off. But then again, these days even the Demon Lord's Army was using chainswords, so maybe nothing was off after all!
The group hurried to the entrance of the throne hall. They naturally encountered some guards along the way, but Lanina dealt with them all by casually claiming there was "an urgent military situation." The doors were, of course, tightly locked, but Izax simply kicked them open when he reached them—he was genuinely frantic and had no time to worry that this was his own home.
The heavy main doors of the hall were kicked open by Izax. The little demon princess and the old steward inside had never imagined that anyone would dare barge into the Demon King's City like this. They had not even had time to react and were still muttering to each other while hurrying to