Demon King of the Royal Class

The Demon King’s Castle was so vast and enormous that it took quite some time to explore each floor.

All perishable food and valuable items had already been taken, so most rooms were either empty or covered in dust.

There were libraries with empty shelves, and empty storage rooms that were wide open. There was also a throne where it seemed the Demon King might have sat.

The audience chamber was larger than any I had seen before, likely because the demons who came to this place varied greatly in size.

After exploring the first floor, we moved to the upper levels. We passed by the scroll storage room where I had found the magic scroll. Naturally, the room was also empty.

And as we walked down the corridor, we inevitably arrived at the prison cells.

“…”

“This is…”

“Yes, this is where I was imprisoned,” Charlotte said with a nod.

A place filled only with horrific memories…

“It seems there’s nothing good to be gained from going in there…” she added.

Charlotte hesitated, then turned away, sensing that entering the prison would only destabilize her mental state. There were no remnants of the Demon King here, only trauma.

Charlotte suddenly stumbled.

“Your Highness!”

“Ah…”

Charlotte staggered, and Tana supported her.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

As I approached, I noticed beads of cold sweat on Charlotte’s forehead. Were the traumatic...