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True to her title as a female demon queen, she even undertook this task without batting an eyelid or skipping a beat. She spoke as if it was completely natural, lacking the coyness you would expect from a girl. Even Yves King, who had been through the wringer a few times, couldn't help but be impressed by her actions then.
Yves King's face grew pale and then flushed red, as if he was struggling to make an important decision. Should he give in to her, or put up a fight?
If he didn't handle this female demon queen properly, he was afraid she might succumb to some terrifying impulse in her fit of fiery anger. The resulting disaster could be catastrophic, bringing misery to the people and reducing the world to cinders. He could already imagine the chaos.
After much "inner struggle", Yves King found a sense of tragic heroism welling up within him. So be it; he'd harden his heart and do it—for the sake of the world, if he needed to justify his imminent sacrifice.
