A younger demon with bat wings stepped forward.
"They...They killed my cousin last month."
"But why would—" Noah caught himself before finishing the question.
Why would Esta's intelligence be wrong? Unless...
Somebody is profiting from this war. Elara and her upbringing didn't strike me as people who would throw their own kingdom into chaos.
The pieces clicked together.
Looking at the worried demon faces around him, Noah felt his carefully constructed enemy image crumble.
They're not monsters. They're just... people with horns...and wings.
"You really didn't know," Lola observed, watching his internal revelation play out. "Interesting."
Her tail swished thoughtfully.
The demons around them murmured among themselves, clearly debating Noah's true origins. But their expressions held curiosity rather than hostility.
They're more concerned about my weird ignorance than my potential threat level.
"Look," Noah said finally, "I might have... simplified my background a bit."
