"Relax, it's nothing bad," Iris rushed to clarify upon seeing the tension. "It's just that, you know, word in the guilds is that Lord Demon King Ryan, before taking his crown, saved a demon who was about to be publicly executed by the holy knights in the capital of Varvylon. I don't know exactly how many demons are living in Kowarre Castle right now, but since you're the only one I've seen with those features, I thought you might be the demon from the story."
Beatrice didn't respond immediately. The memories of that afternoon—the church's chains, the pain, and Ryan's imposing figure massacring her executioners—flashed through her mind in an instant.
Finally, she let out a soft sigh and relaxed her shoulders.
"Yes, that's me," the infernal admitted in a tone laden with deep reverence for her savior.
