Ryan stood in silence for a moment, processing the unusual request the demon queen had just dropped with such casualness.
The air in the chamber, previously heavy with an almost unbearable murderous intent, now vibrated with a different kind of tension.
Even without using any perception skills, the opinions of his three companions present were immediately felt in the atmosphere.
Helen kept one hand on the pommel of her sword, her doubt reflected in her furrowed brow and a suspicion she made no attempt to hide.
Mirian, for her part, had lowered her bow slightly but kept an arrow at the ready, watching Ophelia with an uncertainty she rarely displayed.
Ryan finally broke the silence, keeping his tone of voice as neutral as possible so as not to reveal his true thoughts.
"Why do you think I would be interested in facing a demon king? I have nothing against them to begin with; my goal isn't heroism."
