At this moment, the Demon King was enjoying the warmth of sunlight pouring into the River Valley and spilling over her face from the windowsill, just like any ordinary Sarkaz.
After accepting the Black Crown and becoming the Demon King, Theresa seemed no different from before, yet it also seemed as though everything had changed.
Her tone remained gentle, her gaze still compassionate, and her actions continued to be for the survival of the Sarkaz people. None of that had ever changed.
But the days after the war were another kind of extreme for her—from being one of the commanders who needed to control the situation on the battlefield to becoming a leader who had to deal with politicians in search of even the slightest chance at survival.
She remained unchanged, while everything around her could never stay where it was forever.
"He truly is... a very special person." Lamaline looked out the window, where the scenery of the Courtyard happened to bring the Wordcraft Tower into view. "That is also why I wish to become his partner."
Compared to all the hesitation and concerns she had shown before Gerald, Lamaline now barely needed to think before plainly confessing her feelings. It was not because she had suddenly become more candid, but because even if she did not say it aloud, the Demon King could still see everything in her heart.
In truth, even without the Black Crown's ability to read hearts, Theresa's sensitivity to the emotions of others was far beyond that of ordinary people. What she saw and what she considered were almost never out of step.
Normally, she would only find this way of communicating quite convenient, perhaps with a trace of embarrassment at having her thoughts laid completely bare. But now—
That was perfect.
She could