The doors to the top floor of the Demon King's castle collapsed.

Through the dust, a man holding a sword walked in slowly. Dark red stains were dried all over his armor, and his golden eyes were aimed at the figure on the throne without the slightest tremor.

So, we finally meet.

B slowly raised the tip of his sword.

Burning down three northern territories, taking imperial citizens as sacrifices, and now crossing the border.

Since this is a war you started, finish it with your life.