Sinora couldn't gauge the strength of the Great Demon before her and didn't dare provoke it. Before confirming its stance, she decided it was better not to delve too deeply.

Meanwhile, in Sinora's special prison cell, compared to Sinora, the one most shocked by the Great Love Poet being a Great Demon was Antanas.

She stared at the Great Love Poet in disbelief, not understanding when she had become a Great Demon!

Antanas's thoughts churned. She tried to recall every moment she had spent with her, but could not find any clues or conclusions.

She could only sigh in her heart that this little princess had hidden herself too deeply. She had actually spent the whole journey with her without noticing.

The Great Love Poet did not explain anything to Antanas first, but only looked at Sinora, the Breaker of Laws, on the other side of the barrier.

"Then, Miss Sinora, please state your demands for the transaction first."

The Great Love Poet said politely.

"I have only one question. Do you want to lead us to restore our kingdom? Starting with dominating the Protos Empire."

Sinora, too, reverted to her usual demure lady-like demeanor and asked the Great Love Poet.

Since the other party could blatantly pretend to be human and come to Helrom Prison to rescue her, it meant that they already had a certain degree of infiltration into the Protos Empire and had unique means of manipulating humans.

Just the fact that she could make Antanas submit and bring her to see her was enough to show her skill in this regard.

This black-haired, green-eyed Great Demon might be able to become their new queen.

"..."

The Great Love Poet was silent for a moment.

Antanas watched Sinora and the Great Love Poet, not expecting Sinora's wish to be so simple.

It was much simpler than she had originally imagined.

At this moment, she only needed to tell Sinora that she was willing to lead them to restore their kingdom, and she would choose to submit.

However.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to lead you to restore your kingdom. I'm tired of seeing innocent people get hurt."

The Great Love Poet shook her head, denying the question.

"...That's a pity. Even if I have to fight you today, or die at your hands, I won't go with you."

Sinora had a faint smile of regret on her lips.

It was both disappointment and a little admiration.

At least the other party had given her enough respect, without trying to deceive or perfunctorily deal with her.

Even though Sinora was ready to face her final battle at any moment, she still couldn't feel any hostility from this black-haired, green-eyed demon.

"If it's to transform the Protos Empire into a country where humans and demons can coexist harmoniously, would that not work?"

The Great Love Poet considered for a moment before presenting her idea to Sinora.

"What are you talking about?"

Sinora's voice was hesitant as she gazed at her in confusion.

Even the previous Demon King had never considered such an idea. It was beautiful, but not realistic.

Neither humans nor demons would agree, and there was no possibility of it being achieved through cooperation between the two sides.

The strong kill the weak, the strong conquer the weak, the strong enslave the weak—this was the inevitable law of nature.

"I mean, I'm working to change the Protos Empire. I want to change its system. I dream that one day, the valleys shall be raised, and the mountains shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the glory of the Holy Light shall be revealed, and it shall fill all the earth."

"..."

Sinora didn't understand if the other party was serious or completely insane.

If these words were spoken by a human, they might seem naive and beautiful, but coming from the mouth of this ominous, black-haired, green-eyed Great Demon, they only made Sinora feel a sense of twisted chaos.

"Even if you can really do it... If the destruction of the demons is just forgotten like that, is that really fair? Don't you think humans have gone too far in some things? Isn't the revenge we want now in accordance with the natural order of our demons?"

Sinora was silent for a moment before raising the deepest question in her heart.

The other party might have efficient and effective strategies, but that was not what she wanted.

The Great Love Poet simply looked at Sinora with a calm expression and a hint of confusion.

Over time, this gaze made it impossible for Sinora to figure out what she meant.

"...From my position, discussing this issue is not appropriate, so I cannot answer you."

The Great Love Poet finally said slowly.

"Once the chains of revenge begin, they will not stop, and the ideal I want to achieve must be based on the premise of no war. There are no winners in war, only losers."

"Then, according to your idea, the best choice for us demons now is to tuck our tails between our legs and pretend to be humans, living in cooperation with them in a wretched manner?"

Sinora asked, her voice uncharacteristically angry.

She knew that the other party's voice carried a kind of magic that made her emotions uncontrollably rise and fall, but she was sure that these were her true feelings, and she was not afraid to reveal her position. She would rather wait in this prison for the opportunity to restore the demon kingdom until she died than agree to give up the dignity of a Great Demon and live ignobly on the surface!

"..."

The Great Love Poet did not answer her immediately, but continued to look at Sinora, as if sensing her mood, until this gaze made Sinora unconsciously avoid it and turn away.

"Sinora, demons who live long must understand a truth. Beliefs can sometimes heal and sometimes hurt. They can support you to live, but if you are deeply immersed in them, you will also be lost because of them."

The Great Love Poet looked up, as if looking at the light in the cage, and muttered to herself,

"If you're tired, rest, because beliefs were never meant to be something that is hard on us."

"I..."

Sinora stared at the Great Love Poet's face, unwilling to follow her gaze.

Finally, she bit her lip and lowered her eyes.

She didn't want to let go, and she didn't dare to let go.

"I know you're right... but what's wrong with my thinking?"

"Sinora, for any living being, there are many things in life that are completely unfair, and if you encounter unfairness, you ignite the flames of revenge to break the order and start an even more violent war. Do you think you are definitely helping the demons by doing so? You need to think carefully about this question before deciding whether to use the worst means."

"..."

Sinora was about to say something, but the words were stuck in her throat.

In her concept, there was actually no "forgiveness," only temporary "endurance."

The other party's question went beyond her knowledge and was far more profound than anything she had considered.

As a result, she couldn't accurately answer what this revenge was for.

"..."

"I don't understand the real intelligence on the surface, but I can probably guess what kind of lives the demons are living now. I want to use revenge to wash away the shame and maintain the dignity and freedom of the demons. This is worth risking my life, and as long as there is a chance of winning, I will do it."

Sinora thought for a long time, and probably got some answers, and said as if asking for advice.

"Then, you defeat the Protos Empire, and then what?"

The Great Love Poet smiled, sighed, and quickly asked her a new question.

Then, he stopped talking.

Only that look full of helplessness seemed to be asking Sinora: Then, can the demons restore their glory?

Will they live the life they want from then on?

"I... I'm not sure, but I think it will at least be better than it is now."

Sinora said in a deep voice.

She didn't understand what the other party was considering in the depths of those emerald eyes, or whether there really was an answer.

But if she didn't understand this question, even she herself couldn't calm the waves in her heart today.

"..."

Antanas frowned from time to time, watching the Great Love Poet and Sinora.

She hadn't noticed it before on the fourth floor below, but this black-haired, green-eyed guy seemed to have a unique talent for emotional communication, plus that strange demonic sound talent that could stir up the other party's emotions, which was even more amazing.

Just through words, Sinora, who originally had firm beliefs, was now starting to get a little confused, gradually becoming fascinated by the other party's eyes, wanting to seek an answer.

But Sinora herself was completely unaware of this process.

(End of this chapter)