[Thanks to you, Yila, I had a good sleep last night. Today, it seems there is little Magic Paper left; let's let our conversation end here. Can Lord Yila truly bring yourself to treat me and the Empire as enemies?]
Yila looked at Satan Ye, who was training, and then at Hilena, who was observing Satan Ye's training. He took out a pen and responded on the Magic Paper: [Perhaps I can.]
Devoting all rationality to the Empire and concealing the willfulness of a young girl, it is only on rare occasions that one can express such sentiments... It must be truly exhausting.
"…"
For some reason, while training the Demon King and casually conversing with the Empress of what should be an enemy nation, Yila always felt a sense of guilt.
[I've been sleeping poorly lately, perhaps because you left so suddenly. Now, after just a bit of communication, I feel much relieved, and my sleep might improve. I look forward to us fighting a battle, and then you recognizing me.]
