Devile and Mira found themselves standing before the imposing figure of the King, who sat regally upon his throne. With only Dexter, the loyal personal guard, standing stoically beside the King, the room seemed to hold its breath, as if anticipating the unfolding drama.
The King's gaze shifted between Devile and Mira, a knowing look passing between them. Mira, the King's beloved daughter, possessed an air of confidence that hinted at her familiarity with Devile's true nature. The King sought more than mere confirmation; he yearned for a deeper understanding of the man who had captured his daughter's heart. With a deliberate gesture, he focused his attention squarely on Devile and posed his inquiry with a measured tone, "Who exactly are you, Devile?"