Reign decided to leave the library, curious about the recent developments in the Capital and also to complete some unfinished business.

    As he walked out of the building where the council was located, he saw Anna, George, and Mellissa waiting for him.

    He was surprised to see them. He had thought they were already dead, considering everything that had been happening in the West.

    Anna’s face lit up, and she quickly ran toward him, hugging him tightly.

    "I missed you," she buried her face in his chest.

    Reign didn’t push her away. For some reason, after reaching Demon God status, his feelings for Cyril and Celine had lessened a bit.

    In addition, he didn’t dislike Anna as much anymore. Before, there was something inside him that made it hard to see other girls as potential partners, but that feeling seemed to fade after his soul underwent more tempering.

    Regardless such things as real romance was still almost impossible for him.

    "George, you’re still alive? I thought you were dead already. I completely forgot about you with everything that’s been going on," Reign began the conversation.@@@@

    George rolled his eyes. Reign was still very good at getting under his skin.

    "And you’re still as annoying as ever," George joked, testing to see if Reign would get angry.

    But to his surprise, Reign just smiled it off, which seemed like an improvement.

    Next, Reign turned to Mellissa. Her face looked the same though now she was wearing expensive clothing. It seemed like they were living well in the capital, probably thanks to Anna’s high rank.

    "So what are you three doing here?" Reign asked.

    Anna was the first to speak. "Actually, I’ve been waiting here for you. The Alliance leader told me to talk to my real grandfather. And I wanted to see you before I go."

    "Your grandfather?" Reign raised an eyebrow.

    "Yes," Anna replied. "The Alliance leader said my grandfather is one of the older demon gods who’s been in isolation. He asked me to convince him to fight alongside the Alliance."

    Reign watched her go, with a nonchalant attitude.

    ’Now then, I should probably visit that place,’ he muttered, quickly shifting his focus to other matters.

    The kiss was already fading from his thoughts. To him, it was just another fleeting moment, something that didn’t require much attention.

    In fact, if they had slept together, he figured he’d move on just as easily. His mind worked that way—he didn’t linger on things that didn’t serve a greater purpose for him.

    Reign walked toward one of the teleporters at the Alliance’s base. As he approached, a worker, a demon with an owl head, looked up and immediately recognized him.

    He was now very well-known, especially after what he did with the monolith, where he summoned an actual metal dragon. That alone was impressive.

    "Where do you want to go, General Reign?" the owl-headed demon asked, his voice respectful.

    He paused for a moment, glancing at the teleporter, then looked back at the demon.

    "To Elizabeth’s city," he replied.

    The owl demon didn’t ask any questions. It simply checked the coordinates and adjusted one of the many portals.

    Normally, such a request would require written approval from a demon god or a higher-ranking demon. However, his status as Draven’s grandson gave him certain perks for having literarily the most powerful backer in the Abyssal Alliance.

    With that settled, he stepped into the portal and found himself in her city.

    It was livelier than he had expected, and the large number of humans made it feel like he had stepped into a medieval human city.

    "State your business here," a couple of demon guards demanded, eyeing him as they approached.

    "I am General Reign, and I’m here to speak with Elizabeth," he declared confidently.

    Upon hearing his name, the demons immediately recognized him and bowed their heads in respect.

    "Welcome to our city, General. Please allow us to escort you to the castle," they said, motioning for him to follow.