Inside her own tent, Xenia was still far too occupied with coming to terms with herself. The Demon King's words kept replaying themselves inside her head, and she didn't know whether or not to believe them.
'How about this? I'll retreat and cease this war against Ebodia. In exchange, you'll give me this beautiful sister of yours as my wife. I will have Princess Xenia, and I will no longer attack Ebodia. Isn't it a fair trade?'
"A fair trade…" Xenia hollowly whispered out as she sat on the side of the bed. "Maybe…"
"Milady, I don't exactly know what happened back in that tent, but you don't look too well," Jayra casually commented as she quickly examined her pulse. "Whatever it is, you're probably better off just forgetting about it."
Hearing her friend, Xenia looked at her intently and inquired, "The Demon King never backed down from his word, right? Is there any instance on record that he somehow did?"
