Ophelia's response was spontaneous and incredibly direct. Roxy, completely naked in front of her and with her skin exposed to the freezing wind of the tower, blinked a couple of times.
Her brain seemed to completely freeze upon hearing the supreme title of her race being assigned to a simple, hornless mortal. She doubted her own hearing for a moment and asked again with a barely audible voice.
"What?"
Ophelia did not change her expression by a single millimeter. The demon queen raised her hand once again, maintaining the snug fit of the black jacket's sleeve, and pointed right back at him.
"He will be the new demon king."
The firmness in her tone of voice made it extremely clear that there was no room for double interpretations or any kind of joke in that statement. Upon realizing that it was not a prank, Roxy remained silent for a moment, processing everything.
