So then… it had to be something else.
Something that made His Majesty anxious but not panicked, nervous but not agitated…
Sebastian slowly shifted his gaze to fall on Illiya.
Feeling that a pair of eyes had landed squarely on him, Illiya was instantly baffled: ??????
Don't drag me into this, thanks. This has nothing to do with the elf.
Anos who is noticing that Sebastian hadn't replied for quite a while—his face caught in what seemed to be a deeply tangled web of thought (at least in the Demon King's imaginative mind)—came to the conclusion that he had successfully stumped his head steward!
And with that realization, the Demon King suddenly perked up, his eyes gleaming a few degrees brighter than usual.
"Sebastian, you really couldn't guess it, could you?" Anos said, voice lifted with pride, the corners of his mouth curving upward uncontrollably.
A flicker of slyness flashed through his obsidian eyes.
