The Demon King reached out again, patting the elf's arm in another attempt to wake him. Since he had already gone this far, he figured—why not keep going?
He was going to get beaten anyway.
Right at that moment, the elf lying on the bed stirred, rolled over onto his back, and placed a hand over his eyes.
Anos rubbed his chin and quickly forming a rough hypothesis about Illiya's movements—he was waking up.
Damn, he really had woken the elf!
And the elf wasn't trying to hit him!
Holy crap, that was brag-worthy material right there!
Illiya's next movements confirmed the Demon King's prediction. Every step played out exactly as Anos had hoped, fueling his growing smugness.
Once Illiya was "fully awake," the Demon King tilted his head slightly and cast a scornful glance at everyone else in the room.
See? The person none of you could wake up—I did.
He truly was a brave, clever, and exceptionally lucky King of the Demon Realm.
