It was a situation where a battle could break out at any moment. Serthia's fierce red eyes were fixed on me.

In response, I drew my red sword and pointed it at her.

I didn’t actually intend to swing it, but I needed to be ready to counter if she attacked.

I spoke to her with my sword aimed at her.

"Calm down."

I locked eyes with Serthia.

As I expected, I couldn’t read her memories. Her resistance was too strong.

"I’m not who you think I am."

"..."

"Or is this the kind of conversation you wanted? I don’t mind either way."

If she didn’t want to talk, I could simply kill her and extract her memories, as I had done countless times before.

I had already fought to the death more times than I could count.

"Albert, I’m disappointed. Was this really the purpose of bringing me here?"

"No, that’s not it..."

Albert looked flustered, and Serthia’s icy gaze remained fixed on me.

She seemed to be examining me from head to toe.

"You... Are you not the Demon Lord?"

"Didn’t you say she was dead? Over twenty years ago."

She had claimed to have killed her herself—so why was she confused?

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