'I guess I didn't expect him to address me that way. I mean, I expected them to be much more defensive.'
Ryan thought to himself as he took in the surprising welcome. He had arrived at that distant city of Perishing Plains expecting to find a certain hostility or fear sown by the former ruler's tyranny.
With that in mind, Ryan slowly and calmly approached the infernal demon who had spoken first.
"So you know me?"
Ryan asked, stopping a few meters away from the group of horned men. The elegantly dressed man nodded, maintaining an extremely respectful posture in front of him.
"In the demon, human, elven, and dwarven worlds, there is no one who doesn't know your name, Lord Demon King."
He answered very politely. Then, the demon standing to his right also spoke, seeking to complement that grand statement about the fame surrounding the human leader.
