Belialthorn smiled. He would do it. He would make him into a king. In the Demon City, this type of scheme was not something he would dare try but it was different here in the human world.
He could be powerful here.
"Do you hear that Eleanor, he wanted to be king and I will make it so." It wasn't just a word. It was a vow. A proclamation.
Eleanor gave him a disgusted look. "I'll have to take that behavior from you before you meet with the future King because it would be a shame for you to die because of your mouth."
"You have him here with you Eleanor, your future King." Belialthorn smiled easily.
"Let me indulge in your game. Let's say you want to make him a King, how will you do that? You think you can just take over a kingdom without any soldiers?"
Belialthorn froze, then he shrugged. "That's beside the point. I have Rota and I have myself. Also, the King to be is standing here. Shouldn't we be enough?"
