บท 86: Battle Suits

Perched atop the shoulder of the golem, the demon king looked down at Milo. Milo remained shirtless below him, his entire torso encased in a thin layer of ice as he settled down around a fire. In front of him, multiple carcasses of monsters burned, each one giving off a rotten stench that filled the demon king's nose. 

"Ugh", the demon king exclaimed, plugging his nose, "Do you have to do that here? The smell of meat cooking makes my skin crawl!". 

Milo looked over his shoulder, his eyes cold as they locked onto the demon king, "Deal with it". 

'This brat …'. 

The demon king thought to himself. Ever since Milo had found out about the courts, he had undergone a change. It was as if the pressure he was exuding that was already terrifying for his age had been amplified, his eyes now remained relaxed and composed, rather than the burning fury he initially had.