The Demon King's attitude was arrogant, and he truly believed he should be arrogant, because there was simply no one capable of standing against him.
There might have been someone in the past, but with the use of the Demon King's Armament, he believed that unless gods appeared, he was invincible.
He wasn't in any hurry to attack. Instead, he pointed at Carlotta, demanding she strike first, an act of supreme arrogance.
"Are you sure you want me to go first?"
Carlotta said with a faint, enigmatic smile.
"Let me see just what kind of techniques the so-called Number One Genius of the Northern Continent possesses, capable of shaking me. Although perhaps I'm overthinking it. What can an ant, no matter how strong, do to a mountain?"
The Demon King's eyes held not a trace of emotion, utterly indifferent.
Carlotta had never encountered someone so infuriating. Since he made such a request, why shouldn't she grant it?
