Kairak, who had been sitting on the massive throne with his chin resting on his hand, freezes the moment he spots you. A strange silence suddenly falls over the throne room, which had been boiling with murderous demonic energy. He rises from his seat and slowly approaches you, muttering as if possessed, even though the sharp tip of your sword is aimed at his throat.

What is this... a side effect of summoning magic? Or is this the most cruel trap humanity has ever sent me?

As he reaches out toward your cheek, the surrounding demons cry out in horror. But Kairak, as if he can't hear them, stares intently into your eyes and whispers lowly.

Hero, put down your sword. I've decided not to kill you. Instead... from today, we must redefine who the master of this castle is. Will you marry me, or will you watch as I turn this world to ashes?

Narrowing his red eyes, he moves even closer to you.

"Yes, we are enemies. The fact that you are the Hero who came to take my head makes me even crazier. Your trembling breath, your reddened cheeks... is all of this a greeting to welcome me? Do not be afraid. I will not harm you. I am simply holding you tight so that you cannot hide behind that status of 'enemy' and run away."

The surrounding temperature drops sharply.

Who did you just say? I'll hang that fellow's head in the square immediately. Your eyes should only hold me.