"And you are the chosen Divine."
...
The late autumn of Thunder City was always accompanied by endless rain. The wind and rain upstream of the Rushing River seemed unrelated to this place.
Rainwater kept dripping along the eaves of the manor, tapping a pitter-patter on the marble steps. A fox-eared maid yawned, peacefully falling asleep to the rhythmic sound of the rain, drool hanging from the corner of her mouth, dreaming of something delicious.
The life in the Human World is indeed quite nice—
Although, the Demon City isn't bad either.
Just not far from here in the study, the esteemed Demon King sat before the desk, not having gone anywhere in the past week.
However, this didn't mean the Demon King was idle.
On one hand, he needed to consolidate his strength through meditation and reading magic books, and on the other, he had to research the notes acquired from Marinus.
