Tap, tap, tap.
"Wow, I really didn't expect you to actually come here."
Alaric walked in, pretending to look surprised.
"How can I refuse when the prey is offered to me?"
The Demon King snorted, then took out a letter.
Yes, it was a letter of challenge sent by The King to the Demon King.
Alaric kept a faint smile, but his eyes couldn't hide the large amount of murderous intent that could explode at any moment.
"Get up, you piece of shit."
He threatened.
"That throne is not for you."
"What if I don't want it?"
The Demon King smiled provocatively.
"This throne belongs to the king of the Dicathen kingdom, and I am in the body of the prince of this kingdom. That means this throne now belongs to me."
Despite saying that, the demon king still stood up.
It wasn't because he was afraid.
It was because how could he fight if he was sitting on a throne?
The demon king's obsidian armor looked heavy, but his every movement looked extremely calm.
