"Heh, looks like your savior died along with the rest." Larson chuckled darkly as he brushed past Erin, making Erin scowl at him with pure disgust.
Right now, they were all gathered in the dining hall.
The celebration was already being prepared. There was food, decorations, everything.
All for the moment the heroes returned after killing the Demon King.
..If they returned.
The wait was suffocating.
It had Erin's heart racing, anticipation twisting in his chest like a knife. But even then, he refused to let doubt take root.
Time kept ticking.
And the only reason they knew the heroes weren't dead-
Was because the Demon King hadn't sent back proof.
No severed limbs.
No mangled remains.
No blood-soaked message delivered like a cruel joke.
Erin glanced toward the far window.
The King and Queen stood there silently, staring into the distance like hope itself was the only thing keeping them upright.
