If it were before, he would never bother with the Demon King's invitation. After all, he and his tribesmen had finally gained independence, and had no interest in being trampled on by that incomprehensible fellow again.
Unfortunately, the Gate of Chaos had opened right above him, and even if he didn't want to save face for the Demon King, he had to consider the threat of a Chaos invasion.
The moment his words fell, a soft laughter suddenly came from the forest.
"How rude. What are you to have the Lord Demon King come and wait for you ahead of time?"
Glak narrowed his eyes to see a Little Demon sitting on the branches of a tree not far away.
She was dressed in a white dress adorned with red ribbons, and her fiery red hair was like burning flames.
The crimson in her eyes felt familiar to him, but the slightly immature face was clearly not the same person.
Glak guessed something, and a look of realization appeared on his face.
