"Long live the brave King! Long live the brave King!" The crowd burst into cheer and loud chants, praising the king.
They all knew that the Kingdom had been attacked, and many people lost their lives in the Process. It was also said that the person who attacked the Kingdom was a man holding immense demonic powers.
Not a single person was able to stand before the man, no matter how powerful they were. It was as if the Demon was invincible, but the King managed to defeat that demon and make him run away! This made them gain even more respect for the King, surprised that he possessed such immense strength.
The King didn't feel even the least bit embarrassed in taking the credit either. It was more embarrassing to accept that a demon came, destroyed their home, killed their people, and then left on his own as if he was here just to have fun.
It was even more insulting to accept that the Demon didn't even attack the King, as if he didn't think that the King was worthy of his attention. As for accepting that all the Nobles and the King was hiding in a bedroom for as long as the person was in the Castle, that was out of the question.
The King stood proudly, hearing the chanting of his citizens. In their eyes, he could see that respect for him had only increased, reaching the levels of God, as if he could do anything. He was their protector.
"Did that Demon beg you to let him live?" One of the men asked.
In response to the question, the King started laughing.
"Of course! That demon was beaten red and blue. He fell on his knees and started hitting his head on the floor, begging us for forgiveness!" The King declared.
"He was even willing to become our slave, but we refused! We told our men to capture him and toss him to the cell, where he was to rot forever. Unfortunately, during transfer in our absence, the Demon Managed to escape!"
The King was so boastful that even Azekiel was amazed. Azekiel stood behind the Nobles with his arms behind his back, listening to the stories with great interest.
He hadn't even left the castle, and they were making up stories about him being beaten and running away?
"But you don't have to worry about it. After the kind of beating he received from us, he won't even dream about coming here again! The King further continued making up lies.
" What if he came again?" Another question came. This time, the question came from behind.
"Hahaha, if he comes again, of course, we will beat him up again. But this time, we won't have mercy. We would kill him right the-"
The King proudly looked back, thinking it was one of his Nobles who were asking. Unfortunately, as soon as he turned around, he saw something which made him go pale.
Right behind his Nobles, he saw a face. It was a person who matched the features of the Demon that was described to him.
"T-t-t..." The King started stuttering as soon as he saw the face. The Demon he was talking about was right behind him, and he didn't even know about it. Moreover, how did this man appear out of thin air when he was nowhere to be found when his men checked the surroundings?
The other Nobles also looked back, having more or less the same reaction as the King. They all wanted to run and hide in their rooms again, but they couldn't do it now the Demon was only one meter away from them, having a quite devilish smile.
"You said you will kill him if you ever return?" Azekiel asked, wondering if the King was still going to stick to those words, even though he already knew the answer.
"I-i..." The King felt like he was right at the edge of death. Azekiel was the person who could kill even his strongest guards, so what was he before him?
"Want to reenact the battle for your citizens so they can again see how I was beaten black and blue?" Azekiel asked, seeing the King's stuttering.
The King couldn't take the pressure anymore as he started running, leaving all the Nobles behind.
"Guards, stop that Demon!" He roared as he ran into the crowd.
All the citizens were stunned. Why was their King running as if he was scared? Didn't he defeat that Demon before?
Unlike the King, the guards were braver as they followed the command and attacked Azekiel.
The Nobles also started running.
Unfortunately, before the attacks of the guards could even land on Azekiel, Azekiel flew higher as he started following after the King.
The King was still trying to find a place to hide, but in the commotion where thousands of citizens were also running, he found it quite hard to even get out.
The King was still in the middle of the crowd when Azekiel landed right before him. "Where are you running, my dear friend? Shouldn't I be the one running like I ran last time?"
The King broke down, having no option. He dropped at Azekiel's feet as tears appeared.
"Please forgive me! I lied! I lied to them! I was wrong! Please don't kill me! I'll tell them the truth! I'll tell them that I was the coward, please don't kill me; I'll give you anything you ask! It doesn't matter what you're here for! I'll give you anything! I'll even be your slave!"
The King was willing to do anything for Azekiel in exchange for his life. Whatever he claimed happened to Azekiel was happening to him as he begged for forgiveness!
"If I wanted anything, what makes you think that I'll need you to give me that?" Azekiel asked, tapping the middle-aged man's head lightly, who was still begging for forgiveness.
The middle-aged man raised his head. His face was covered in tears.
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