"The demon lord?" Jessica asked, her expression shifting to concern. "Are you sure that's safe? What if he tries to hurt you?"
"Then you'll just heal me again," Satou replied with a faint smile. "But I don't think he's here to fight,I've got a feeling about this."
"Still," Kelvin said, falling into step beside them. "We're coming with you. Just in case."
Satou didn't argue. Having backup, even if he could barely stand, was prudent.
They entered the meeting hall, and Satou immediately understood why this building had been prioritized. It was large, well-lit, with a high ceiling supported by impressive wooden beams that bore dwarven craftsmanship. Tables and chairs filled the space, creating areas for meals and meetings.
And at a table near the far end, sitting casually with a cup of what looked like tea, was Demon Lord Loki.
He was not what Satou expected.
