Reynald was stunned speechless at those confident words, failing to notice when his mouth had gone agape. The demon's eyes sparkled with a different light, making him feel like this wasn't a joke. The fact that those words had left the Great Demon Lord's mouth meant they would come true, no matter what.
Gulping, Reynald turned to seek refuge in the eyes of the four Generals, hoping their expressions would mirror his to justify his disbelief. Defying death for mortals seemed improbable.
However, as his gaze fell on them, their expressions remained calm and nonchalant, as if such a thing was only natural, and he was the odd one for believing otherwise.
As though to instill the thought in Reynald's mind, the Great Demon Lord stepped forward towards his mother and spoke once more.
"Now then, Kyrille, entrust your soul to me."
