Ophelia's question lingered, echoing throughout the area and vibrating against the walls of the S-rank dungeon.
The silence stretched on a moment longer as Ryan processed the presence of the two figures standing before him.
Ryan took a step forward, breaking the tension that held everyone paralyzed in place.
"Yes, I am Ryan, and I presume you are the Demon King Ophelia." His voice was steady, even though the surrounding air seemed to have grown heavy from the sheer presence of the woman with white hair and thick horns.
"Yes, I am. I apologize for arriving so suddenly. However..." Ophelia left her words hanging in the air as she shifted her gaze behind Ryan.
Beatrice remained silent, her shoulders hunched and her gaze fixed firmly on the ground.
It was obvious that Beatrice was internally blaming herself for the Demon King's presence here.
