Morvyr's hesitation gradually came to an end.
Whatever reservations remained no longer showed in his expression. His posture settled, and when his attention returned fully to Noah, there was a newfound seriousness in his gaze.
"Why do you think these humans are so adamant to kill you when we have been killing them for centuries?"
Noah hadn't expected Morvyr to begin with a question. However, the question alone made Noah understand that what they were about to discuss would be as significant as his own.
"I'm guessing it's not just because they think I'm a demon, right?"
Morvyr opened his mouth to continue, only to pause.
For all the significance he had attempted to place behind the question, that was still a large part of the answer.
"Well…" His expression tightened slightly. "That is part of it."
"But there is considerably more behind their reaction than that."
"For centuries, these lands have remained unclaimed by both humanity and the Demon King's forces."
