"..."
In his own throne room, the demon king was closing his eyes, recuperating, and preparing for what was to come.
Creakkk…
At that moment, the door slowly opened.
And entering was his closest aide.
"Is something wrong?"
The demon king asked in a low voice, still not opening his eyes.
"Sir, all preparations are complete."
The aide began to report.
"As you commanded, the entire demon race has gathered, and most of them are down there, waiting for your declaration of war against humanity."
"Very good."
Only then did the demon king open his eyes.
He had waited for this day for a long time.
He had failed once before.
But there wouldn't be a second time.
Slowly, the demon king stood up from the throne, then walked towards the only mirror here.
Then, he stared at his reflection.
Since Erza Dicathen was the vessel for his soul, at this moment, he had no choice but to use this body.
"But, I don't hate it."
This prince was very handsome after all.
