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Furoh seemed genuinely pleased with how much Beelzebub had changed. "You've experienced a good life with Anna, one you never had before, right?" he asked. "You've had days of rest and reflection. You've trained, grown stronger, eaten well, traveled. That has to heal your soul at least a little, right? Come on now."
As he spoke, Beelzebub cringed, looking annoyed.
"..."
He fell silent, staring at the red sky. For the first time, he was taking things seriously instead of pretending to be the same demon he always acted like.
"...Perhaps the cracks already showed when my King died," he sighed, his voice heavy with sorrow. "I... I really just wanted to die. Maybe that's why I charged so recklessly against your parents. I was overcome by grief and anger... and sorrow. The King was like a father to most of us Demon Lords. He took half of us in when we were very young. He practically adopted us and raised us."
"...!" I was shocked. Beelzebub never spoke about these things.
