After all, he couldn't very well say to N'zall's face that every time his father mentioned him, it was with grumbling curses and a barely restrained desire to fight him. Anyone with an ounce of emotional intelligence wouldn't say that aloud.
Sure enough, N'zall was deeply moved by those words. "I'm truly happy to hear that my old friend still remembers me. If I had known this back then, I would've made sure we fought a few more rounds before parting ways. I shouldn't have held myself back at all."
Seoryun: ???
Illiya: ...
Drow: ...
Darius: ...
Seoryun looked utterly stunned. He rubbed his ears in disbelief, looking like someone who'd just experienced an auditory hallucination.
Illiya leaned over to Seoryun's side and gently tugged on the sleeve of the thoroughly baffled king, whispering, "Demons are a warlike people. For them, the way to express friendship… is to fight each other."
Seoryun: "..."
Okay. Fine.
He understood now—truly, deeply understood.
