"What's your response?"

Davey found there was not much to rebuke. After all, if he and Perserque, who understood the inherent risks well, could agree, they could divert the course of the war.

"I must ask, aren't you outraged, despite the countless human deaths?"

Davey offered no response to the inquiry but instead asked a question, "What do you think?"

"In my eyes, you're certainly not someone to be just passed over."

"I see that clearly. Honestly, I'd prefer to send you all back to the artificial demon world immediately."

Davey’s words, spoken so calmly, caused a wave of anger to wash over the demons' faces.

"But that's not my role."

Reina had journeyed all the way to Davey’s world intending to act, but such was the way of things. If an outside entity interfered and attempted to change the course via unauthorized means, who could predict the outcomes? That was the harsh reality.

In this world, Princess Aeria and he, Davey, were clearly uninvited guests.

Listening to his words, Perserque glared at Davey.

"Your Majesty! We should kill this man now or..."

"No, let's detain him. I'll accept his proposal....