King Abellion opened his eyes slowly.
He had been spending so much time seated on his throne that he often slept there as well. As such, when he woke, he found himself still in the same position.
"So... she's dead, uh?" He murmured.
Every Demon Lord was connected to Abellion via Magic. As such, the death of Lydia came to his notice the moment she drew her last breath.
His expression didn't change from the usual stoic expression he donned.
Abellion's eyes were still a bit heavy from the short sleep he'd had, but they seemed a little downcast.
"Who did it...?" The Demon King whispered.
Even though they never really went public with their feelings, the truth was that he and Lydia had been lovers.
They had loved each other for so long that the King couldn't even begin to express the sense of loss he was currently experiencing.
"W-who....who did it...?" His whispers grew harsher.
Abellion had hoped that he and Lydia would finally go public with their intentions after the war.