"Why did you ask to meet me?" A man stood on his throne, annoyed by the presence of an insect entering his realm.
"We had a deal!" A man with long, pointy ears shouted toward the man on the throne without a care in the world. "You said that you would keep your son away from my daughter!"
The man on the throne just burst out laughing at the pathetic words.
"Hahaha! You want me to control my son?" He continued to laugh; this time it was even louder, causing the ground to shake as a result.
Shivers ran down the spine of Luther, the man who had come to meet with the Demon King.
"Who am I to control my son's envies? He can do whatever he wishes. That's what it means to be my son. If he wants to have fun with your daughter, then you should thank him, not complain. It's an honor for her to have entered the sight of my son."
Luther gritted his teeth at those words that were completely ridiculous.
