8-Epilog
"Uh – excuse me, sir," the young Demon King said, looking up at Conrad with a faintly puzzled expression. "But have we met somewhere before?"
Conrad hesitated. But the boy was already baffled enough by his abrupt transition to the demon world and the fight with Adelbert Von Grantz. Now was not the time for more confusing explanations. "No, not really," he replied.
Yuri studied him a moment longer, as if he wasn't quite sure he believed the answer. Then he smiled and nodded. Turning to Gunter, he said, "I still don't really understand where I am, but is there someplace I can get fresh clothes? Mine are...kinda yucky."
"Of course, Your Majesty!" Gunter said. "Come inside and allow me to tend your most noble self!" Still gushing, he shooed Yuri into the cottage the mazoku had appropriated for the night.
Conrad smiled to himself and turned away from the cottage. He would see to the men and the horses before he went in. It was his duty, and a few more minutes would make little difference to him. After nearly fifteen years, the king he had waited for and served in his heart had finally come. Now Conrad could serve him openly, for the rest of his life.
He needed nothing more.
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Fin.