They surrounded the sealed Demon King as he spewed unreasonable complaints and excuses. The once-fearsome Angelus was now reduced to nothing more than a talking, inanimate crown.
"It was many against one! Have you got no shame ganging up on a child like me? And I'm supposed to be the bad guy here?!"
Axerion walked forward, a bandage was wrapped around his head, acting as a cover to his missing eye.
He then spoke.
"Don't be a sore loser now."
He bent down and picked up the crown from the sand before rising again.
"It's time to talk, demon. What is your goal?" he asked.
After thinking for a moment, Angelus answered.
"I already told you. To save our goddess. Our oracle revealed to us that she is being held up against her will in the human continent. She also said that in order to save our goddess, we needed to capture the Imperial Princess. Maybe we can use her as a bargaining chip for our goddess, I'm not really sure..."
