Barbosa paused and collected his thoughts. Ketal was certainly unusual, but he wasn’t insane. Based on Barbosa’s experience so far, Ketal was surprisingly sensible.0

I must be misunderstanding him, Barbosa thought. Clearing his throat, he spoke up. “Ashetiaar said the Demon King was about to descend when she was terrorizing the city.”0

She had shouted her words loud enough for half the city to hear, as if wanting them carried across the entire world.0

“She said the Demon King would descend and restore this flawed world to its original state,” Barbosa continued.0

“I see.” Ketal’s eyes sparkled.0

The name Demon King alone stirred Ketal’s heart. In a fantasy realm, the Demon King was typically the mightiest foe, and now Ketal was hearing that such an entity existed in this world—and was planning to descend soon. His excitement was palpable.0

Barbosa watched his reaction with mixed feelings. Is he really happy about this?0

“I’m curious,” Ketal said. “Who exactly is this Demon King?”0

“You don’t know?” Barbosa asked him, puzzled. He considered the possibility that no one could be ignorant of the Demon King—until he remembered...0