The Frost Clan and the Blood Blade Clan are not allies.
Or to put it more accurately, he has no interest in the world beyond the Frozen Ice Holy Land and only wants to live his own life.
If it weren't for the Gate of Chaos, he wouldn't be here either.
Such thoughts were not his alone. A gentle voice accompanied by the rustling sound of leaves being swept by a skirt's hem drifted over from the shadowy trees nearby.
"I also want to ask this question... 'Lord Demon King,' who summoned us here, why has he himself not shown up?"
That was a seductive witch with pale skin, purple eyes, and a slender figure, complete with winged dragon-like wings.
She was wrapped in a dark violet robe that hugged her slender shoulders, the opened neckline plunged deep past her cleavage to her navel. A lightweight dual hand stick, shaped like a long whip or a thorn, was held in her right hand.
