"But," Mercy's voice dropped, a hint of foreboding creeping in, "such harmony couldn't last forever. There's always a troublemaker, wouldn't you agree?"
Hila felt a knot of dread tightening in his stomach. "A troublemaker?"
"Indeed, A young, arrogant demon noble, full of the same misplaced bravado as your second ancestor. He, along with three of his friends, decided to… test their might" – she spat the words out with disdain – "on a human who dared to be in their territory."
"They bullied a human?" Hila growled, a flicker of anger sparking within him. Even the idea of peace didn't justify such barbarity.
"Indeed," Mercy said, her voice grim. "And that, Demon King, is where everything went wrong. The human, unafraid due to the peace treaty, spoke out. Their act spread like wildfire, igniting old prejudices on both sides."
