"...Why?"
Since it was showing things from the first person POV, Evan could not see the expression on his face but he could imagine how distorted it must have been.
Perhaps hearing his small mutter, the Pride from a thousand years ago, who was seated on a small throne that had been constructed with magic, closed the book in her hands as she replied.
"I asked them for something politely, and they refused to grant my request.
So, I decided to take it forcefully, nothing serious."
Hearing the words of the high demon, the previous chief grand magus turned towards her, probably glaring at her. This allowed Evan to see a glimpse of how Pride was, a thousand years ago.
Her gaze was she was looking at the chief grand magus as if he was a lower life form, her voice filled with distaste as she frowned and spoke.
"You're holding your head up too high.
Lower yourself."