Nathan and Jillia, especially, looked as though they were struggling to comprehend any of it.
The Demon King—the feared ruler of the entire continent, the being whose word carried enough authority to command every province—was Morgana.
And Morgana was Isabella's Blessed.
It was, quite possibly, the most absurd revelation they had ever heard.
Isabella noticed their expressions and smiled. "Well, I suppose it would be better if you heard it from her directly, right?"
The others looked at her with varying degrees of confusion.
Alter-Bella then lifted her gaze toward one far corner of the ceiling. "Morgana," she called. "Please come to me, darling. Just for a moment."
Nothing happened at first, but suddenly the shadows beneath Alter-Bella's feet suddenly began to spread.
Everyone's attention turned to it.
The darkness expanded across the floor before rising upward, gradually taking the shape of a person.
