"Boom!"
Duanmu Huai kicked open the heavy doors and walked into the hall of Demon King's Castle.
On the throne before him, the Demon King sat, staring at Duanmu Huai with a calm, icy gaze.
"So you really came, Hero. I had guessed you might do this, but I never expected you to actually go through with it."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Hearing the Demon King's words, Rista, who was hiding behind Duanmu Huai, could not help asking.
The Demon King glanced at her.
"I guessed long ago that the Hero was creating a diversion. Even if they were members of the royal family, the people of this world had no reason to rescue them."
"After all, before I ruled this world, those trash had already lost the trust of the people they governed."
"And the reason those humans appeared was merely to attract and tie down the forces of Demon King's Castle."
"I just never expected you to come here like this, accompanied by only one goddess. That was quite surprising."
"There was something like that going on?"
"That's not important."
Duanmu Huai coldly interrupted their pointless exchange and looked toward the Demon King again.
"Listen carefully. I could have turned you directly into ashes, but there's something I need to ask you, which is why I let you live until now."
"So you'd better answer my questions obediently."
"What question?"
"I heard you obtained the power of the Evil God?"
"That's right!"
At the mention of this, the Demon King proudly raised both hands.
"I already possess the mighty power bestowed upon me by the Evil God."
"You're all no match for me!"
"Oh? Then can you summon that Evil God? I'd like to have a chat with it."
Duanmu Huai stared at the Demon King.
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