And today's incident convinced him the Demon King seems to know that his wife is Lady Iris from the middle realm. This made him frustrated.
So many events had happened in such a short period, enough to leave Xavier feeling fatigued. He hadn't experienced this weariness in centuries and disliked it a lot.
The last time he felt this drained was during his battle with the Demon King, a battle he distinctly remembers winning. He killed that devil.
'Why has he resurfaced now? Could he have split souls hindering his defeat?'
Countless unanswered questions swirled in his mind, tormenting him for one reason—the Demon King's pursuit of his wife, Iris.
'Does that wretch aim to use Iris for revenge against me?'
That thought alone sparked Xavier's cold fury. He would never let any harm come to Iris.
Overwhelmed by these thoughts, Xavier eased his mind, lay on the sofa, resting his back, and shut his eyes.
