'As expected of a Demon King, he wants to milk everything out of the situation to the best he can,' I muse. 'I am sure he is going to ask something that is more ridiculous than what Haletha has offered.'
I bet Haletha's Guardians, and Haletha herself already know where the discussion is going. They have lived long enough to know what kind of individual a Demon King is, so they must have an inkling of what Ilschevar is going to say next.
"In other words, you want to be my Minister—my glorified slave?"
"... In a way, yes."
With a hesitant face, the Guardians turn their head to their Queen. Haletha ignored their questioning look, causing them to smile bitterly.
It is clear that they don't agree with their Queen's decision, but they seem to respect it well. They only sigh softly as they gaze at Ilschevar; none of them show any displeasure toward him.
'Beggars can't be choosers. They know this fact well, huh?' I remark inwardly.
