What does it mean to be a Demon Lord?
It sounds cliché, doesn't it?
But no matter the era, there's always one answer that never changes.
That overwhelming power—that alone is reason enough to rule. Priscilla could feel an endless surge of magic flowing into her body. Along with it came something familiar yet strange—a force she could always sense around Lister. Now, that power settled deep within her heart, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. It was as if Lister, resting in her arms, was breathing with her at that very moment. This energy flushed out every trace of discomfort from her body, making her feel reborn. It was soft and reassuring, a power that suited him perfectly. But now wasn't the time to dwell on its tenderness.
There was something she had to do first.
