No matter what, she must find her teacher, the only person in this world who cares about her. Even if it means forcing him to his knees, even at the cost of her life, she must save him.
This is her resolve and determination.
"Hey, that's Hell ahead! It's not a place you can go." Outside the Royal Capital, a blood-covered man leaned against a rock, his conical hat covering him entirely, obscuring his appearance.
"I have something I must do! Old man, what happened in the city, where exactly is the Demon King?" Fafnir halted her horse and asked the seemingly suspicious old man.
"The Demon King has gone mad, he's just a killing machine, who knows how many he's killed, a million? Ten million? If you go in now, even against a Demon King officer you'd struggle with all your might and still lose, what could you possibly do?" The old man's stern reprimand brought Fafnir's rationality briefly back.
