And they will all be witnesses to history.
"Lord Ira, are you finally making up your mind?"
"That's what Hillina said."
"Well, I won't ask questions or seek instructions... I will participate in piloting the warship called the [Demon King's Territory], and I will speed towards a place you probably can't understand."
Ira said this, though he himself didn't know if he could break the habit of asking for instructions. He said, half seriously and half jokingly, "If one day you feel that I or the Demon King's territory has gone out of control, don't regret it~"
Because everyone has now promised Iraq enormous power, and although he is confident that he will not lose himself in it, since what he has gained is not just benefits but the freedom to truly act freely, no one can predict what the future holds.
Ira's words left everyone undecided, and at this moment, everyone looked at Satan Ye—they, who usually wouldn't consult the Demon King, now hoped to see the Demon King's response.
"Mr. Ira, please do it with confidence! I won't regret it!"
As Satan Ye said this, the smiling Ira seemed to overlap with another figure with scarlet wings outstretched from behind in her eyes... The one who killed her father now seemed more like a qualified father.
Satan Ye, who was experiencing hallucinations, gently closed her eyes. Her tail swished merrily, making a crisp sound as it slapped against the back of the headless warhorse. She chuckled and promised, "The Demon King's territory has already lost a lot. If there's anything else left to lose, it's only..."
"Drop the shackles."
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