Stroll the streets?
A single question made the Empress freeze for a moment, slightly lost in thought, as she lifted her head and her phoenix-like eyes looked toward the Demon Lord with some confusion, not knowing what crooked idea he had come up with this time.
As far as she knew, walking the streets was something only lovers in this world did together.
Yet how could she, the Empress, whose relationship with the Demon Lord was as sharp and hostile as the tip of a needle, harboring a deep-seated enmity and wishing nothing more than to kill him on the spot, possibly go on a street stroll with him?
To her, the very thought was an immense humiliation.
With that in mind, she wanted to outright refuse the Demon Lord, but as soon as the words reached her lips, a mysterious restlessness arose within her heart, so faint yet so intense.
It left her completely unable to open her mouth.
