After that brief moment of surprise, a pin-drop silence descended into the entire hall.
No one dared to speak.
No one dared to shift their attention away from William.
For they knew that anyone who dared to entertain the black-haired teenager's words was akin to treason.
Two minutes passed before the rustling of robes broke the tense silence inside the room. Lorcan, who had been seated in the seat of honor, stood up, and walked towards William. He had a pale expression on his face, and yet his steps were steady and firm.
When he was only half a meter away from William, he lowered his head until his face was mere inches away from the black-haired teenager.
"You wish… to become the Demon Lord?" Lorcan asked.
"I am considering it," William replied. "Well, is it possible?"
Lorcan stared long and hard at William before walking back towards his seat. A long sigh escaped his lips the moment he had sat back down.
