The Lord of the King's Court answered as such.
"The Sarkaz do not need a cowardly Demon King."
He did not think much of Theresis, either.
But if he had to choose between Theresa and Theresis—
Ducale still chose Theresis, who suited his tastes better.
The Sarkaz should never have been so cowardly.
There had once been only one ruling race on Terra—
The Teekaz.
It was truly unpleasant to see the Sarkaz reduced to such a state.
"Pure blood and fire will not bring the Sarkaz a better future, Ducale."
Theresa did not waver in the slightest.
The Sarkaz could use swords to protect themselves, but they should never use swords to expand hatred.
When would this cycle of vengeance ever end?
Hatred would only become an endless spiral, dragging both sides toward destruction.
Unfortunately—
The Sarkaz were powerless to contend against the nations of Terra.
Within that spiral of hatred, the Sarkaz would only be the side destroyed.
"Theresa, it seems you have forgotten your former glory."
Ducale was deeply disappointed.
Even now, the current Sarkaz Demon King still clung to her pitiful beliefs.
The Demon King he had slain in the past had been the same.
If all Demon Kings were like this—
Then the Sarkaz had no need for a Demon King.
The master of the Blood Demon Court gazed at the pinkish-white-haired girl.
The Sarkaz should conquer every nation, repaying blood with blood and tooth with tooth.
They should make the world feel the pain and oppression the Sarkaz had once endured.
That was the path the Sarkaz should take.
"Then there is nothing left to say."
Theresa placed no hope in persuading this stubborn Lord of the King's Court.
"Now you finally look somewhat the part, Theresa."
Feeling the fluctuations of the Demon King's