After it stood up, the entity possessing the Death Knight didn’t directly reveal who it was. However, there was an ominous presence lurking deep within those dark eyes. And just by the fact that Amelia had gotten down on one knee, Eugene could be sure that the presence within the Death Knight was none other than the Demon King of Incarceration himself.

“Eugene Lionheart,” the Death Knight said.

Although the words coming from its jaws were spoken in the same hoarse voice as before, they were packed with a ‘power’ that made them feel incomparable to before. Eugene’s heart, which was racing as if it was about to burst, cooled down instantly the moment he heard the undead’s manner of speech.

The cold sweat running down Eugene’s back felt like a drop of ice.

“I have seen you through the eyes of Balzac Ludbeth,” the Death Knight — no, the Demon King murmured. “Are you here to offer flowers at the grave of your ancestor’s closest companion[1]?”

“...,” Eugene didn’t answer him.

“Since you have seen it, you should be aware of this as well. The owner of this grave is Hamel Dynas[2]. Although he is known to the world as Stupid Hamel, he was truly far from stupid. Among ‘dear’ Vermouth’s comrades, he was especially outstanding and strong, so much so that Vermouth always kept that man by his side.”

You. What makes you think. That you have the right! TO TALK LIKE THAT?!

Eugene barely managed to suppress this shout as it threatened to burst out of his mouth. He bit his lips with such force that they were bruised and split, dripping blood down his chin. Eugene glared at the Demon King with bloodshot eyes.

“I do not comprehend your hostility,” the Demon King commented.

Even though Eugene was blatantly emitting killing intent, the Demon King didn’t show any signs of displeasure.

“Vermouth and I truly understood each other and built a friendship based on this understanding,” the Demon King claimed. “Admittedly, trying...