Yue's smile faded.
Her eyes sharpened.
Kael felt the pressure immediately—something heavy, invisible pressing against the air.
But his face remained a mask.
Emotionless.
Cold.
He leaned back slightly, lips curving into a quiet laugh.
"You jest, Princess," he said lightly.
"Me? The Devil?"
He chuckled again.
"Truly, that's a good one."
But his mind was a storm.
She knows.
Or thinks she does.
He couldn't tell how much was truth—and how much was bait.
Still, he played along, voice casual.
"So tell me, Your Highness… what proof do you have that I might be the Devil?"
His tone was calm.
But behind that calm… darker thoughts churned.
He could kill her.
Right now.
Fast, clean, permanent.
She was powerful—but not invincible.
Problem solved.
But what if she wasn't bluffing?
What if she had left notes? Warned someone? Laid traps?
No.
Killing her was risky.
Capturing her? Possibly.
But even that came with complications.
