Once the door fully opened, I spotted a very familiar face sitting on the couch to the right, eating some cookies with his feet kicked up on the table.
It was none other than Wilhelm, except now he looked a little different.
His hair was pitch black for the most part, yet the tips were not only spiky but completely white, radiating with vast amounts of energy, like some sort of protective barrier.
Not only that, there were two very thin horns sprouting out of his forehead, and for someone who went by the moniker of Demon King of Wrath... those horns seemed very puny?
Did they represent his patience...?
Maybe?
"Ah! You're finally here," Wilhelm said, accidentally cracking the cookie and causing the crumbs to fall all over the couch.
Just seeing all those crumbs falling and him not even attempting to catch them made me want to hit him... but since he was much stronger than me, I held back.
