"What did you say?"
In the blazing depths of Hell, within the eerie bronze fortress, the Demon stared at the youth, whispering sweetly like honey:
"You, with noble blood flowing through your veins, meant to enjoy a noble fate, yet have suffered unjust treatment, young one."
"Are you angry about this?"
"Are you disappointed in this unjust world?"
The Demon's voice was soft and alluring, continuously drilling into the youth's ears like a sweet nectar slowly flowing into his heart.
Click.
The young Paladin squinted his eyes, silently placing his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, cautiously saying: "What are you talking about? I don't understand what you're saying."
Though he didn't express it, his wary posture revealed his tension and unease.
His soles slightly gripped the ground with more force, his center of gravity shifting downward a bit, his heartbeat quickened, and all his muscles tensed...
"Oh? Do you really not understand?"
