Ryan stood there observing Ophelia in light of her response.
He maintained a heavy silence for a few moments, processing the demon queen's fixed gaze before simply nodding his head.
Then, Ophelia sighed.
The woman's exhalation was deep, causing her prominent chest to rise pronouncedly beneath the fabric of her dress.
The movement adjusted the fall of the garment over her thick thighs, revealing the tension she was trying to hide with her false calm.
"Tell me something Ryan, how much do you know about the origin of the demon kings of this generation?"
Ryan closed his eyes for a moment to think about her question.
He tried to remember how much he actually knew; after traveling through many places, even wandering through three nations under the domain of the demon kings, he realized that despite all that, he didn't have much information about them.
'Considering that until now I only know of a few, Rigal, Rohan, Ophelia, perhaps I heard of another one, but I don't remember it.'
