Neither denial nor confirmation. Just a cold, emotionless gaze that lingered for a moment on the ashes left behind by Wargon, then passed over them without the slightest hesitation, as if the death of a brother was nothing more than a spent piece on a board.
"Send someone to my father. Report that the humans secretly sent assassins. They killed one of his sons, a thousand soldiers, and even a general." Then the Crown Prince spoke in a calm but absolute voice.
The words were simple, but their weight fell like a hammer. Such a report, even if it was only half true, was more than enough to ignite the Demon King's rage.
"As you command." Zalkareth bowed immediately, sighing inwardly at the same time.
He knew the Crown Prince was ruthless, but he had not expected this level of cruelty. He had killed one of his own brothers without any hesitation or mercy.
'Is he trying to tell me that this is the fate of useless pieces?' Zalkareth reasoned silently, a chill running down his spine.
