"Wait a minute, why are we suddenly talking about you dying? Weren't you and Artie supposed to be the same person?"
Dorothy was somewhat overwhelmed by the immense amount of information in the Lord Demon King's words, and she asked in a rather bewildered manner.
In response, Astimos simply spread his hands and shrugged.
"Growth, as they say, is essentially a process of constantly killing your past self, right? Of course, for witches, we generally call this wear and tear."
"But at my level, ordinary wear and tear can't shake me unless I voluntarily change. There's only one throne in all realms, and if the New King wants to ascend, naturally the Former King must abdicate, right?"
"This lucky little one will be able to do better than me in the future; she can reach a realm beyond mine, so I am certainly happy to step down and make way for the worthy."
She explained.
