Demiurge looked at Tsuare in a cold manner and then suddenly—
“Kneel immed—”
— The sound of a finger snap rung out.
Demiurge, who was about to speak understood what his master wanted, and swallowed the words he wanted to say.
“—It is fine, Demiurge. For having the courage to not run away, I, the ruler of Nazarick shall forgive her for the lack of manners.”