Ophelia fell silent, turning pensive at Ryan's bold question, keeping her red eyes locked onto him as if she were trying to decipher his personality.
The demon queen seemed to realize at that exact moment that Ryan was no ordinary leader who would let himself be dazzled by promises of land and crowns.
She noticed that he simply didn't let himself be carried away by immediate benefits, at least not without first knowing the real motive of the other party when negotiating an alliance of such magnitude.
Ryan remained seated with a calmness that bordered on the analytical, waiting for the white-haired woman to spit out the true reason for her interest in a human whom the world considered a pariah.
Then, Ophelia leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and intertwining her fingers in an elegant manner.
"If I were to tell you that other worlds exist beyond this continent and the seas you know, would you believe me, Ryan?"
