[Layland Kleinhaus' POV]
'Fuck, I am pissed!' I mentally snarl as I caress Winerva's hair.
My desire to tear the head of the white-haired bastard of a Demon King is still strong, but I reign myself in. I have behaved outrageously enough. Although these eight Demon Kings don't want to face Ilschevar directly, there is no reason to provoke them. Our kingdom is steadily growing. It will be wasteful to send it into another war.
Calming my pounding heart down, I retract my killing intent and reign Mana in. The Demon King's Companions can now breathe normally again. They are looking at me as if they want to thank and curse me at the same time. I don't care and they should understand it if my derisive snort is any indication.
