Luca sat upon his throne, chin propped against his hand, regarding his guest with open disinterest.
"You've been remarkably patient for an entire month after I pardoned you," he said lazily. "Have you been secretly cultivating behind closed doors?"
Behind Lady Emmeline, nine fox tails swayed slowly, deliberately releasing waves of charm. Even with her spell amplified to its peak, the Demon King remained unmoved—as though his heart were carved from stone.
Emmeline had witnessed the wedding ritual the night before. She knew the Demon King had suffered grievous backlash to protect his human bride. If she wished to avenge the rumors that had nearly destroyed her, now was the perfect opportunity.
"I should've known," she sneered. "The previous king had three sons, yet only one lacked pure blood. I assumed the second prince killed that fool Beltal. I never imagined the half-blood prince hiding in the shadows would claim the throne."
