Perhaps… this was what legacy truly meant.
After finishing their discussion, Illiya no longer had a reason to stay in the room. He rose to his feet and prepared to take his leave.
Once the golden-haired elf had left, Sebastian finally relaxed.
The once upright and dignified demon collapsed bonelessly into his chair, as though his spine had turned to jelly.
He really wasn't fond of social interaction.
Aside from handling the affairs around His Majesty the Demon King, he preferred to avoid all socializing if possible.
Unfortunately, he had made promises to others and that meant he had to do it.
Sebastian let out a sigh and, still slumped in his seat, allowed his thoughts to drift, trying to escape reality through sheer mental vacancy. But reality was merciless and offered no reprieve. It constantly squeezed him dry.
This… this was probably the true life of a corporate demon.
