"I want to know, how exactly do you... view Mr. Lister?"
Anko's question made Priscilla unconsciously fall into deep thought.
This was a question she herself had never carefully considered... What exactly was Lister to her?
Teacher, monarch and subject, lover, husband, friend, fantasy object...
If all of these were true, then among them, which were primary and which were secondary?
"Demon Lord, you must understand that Mr. Lister cannot simultaneously be your Demon King, psychological counselor, best friend, and most loyal subject."
"...Why not?"
"..."
Anko blinked and chose to pretend she hadn't heard that sentence. She then looked at Priscilla:
"In your heart, you actually fear Mr. Lister a little, don't you?"
"...I'm afraid of Lister?"
"That's right."
"..."
Ignoring Priscilla's silence, Anko continued:
