Of course, her exquisitely beautiful face didn't carry the playful or amused expressions like Laischa's, nor was it as calm as Laischa's, but was filled with sorrow and sadness.
Especially her pair of eyes, as red as gemstones, where the sadness and sorrow seemed almost tangible.
This is a girl who, at first glance, could only bring endless melancholy.
"I ask you."
The Demon King inquired towards Danass.
"In this era, is there a Hero?"
Yes.
This was the only question the resurrected Demon King cared about.
The reason was simple.
Only a Hero could bring her death once more.
Danass looked at this beautiful Demon King and gradually suppressed the complex emotions in his heart.
"Yes."
Danass answered concisely.
"Is that so?" The Demon King's eyes showed a slight spark, then she asked again, "Is he strong?"
This question, Danass answered almost without thinking.
"Strong," Danass said, and then feeling it wasn't sufficient, he emphasized, "Very strong."
