Not Even Me, Dear Iris (2)

"Then why help me?" Iris met his gaze this time, wanting to see what he was doing. There was no way she would do what he'd just said. "It can't be just a promise you made with the Black Mage."

"It isn't." Surprisingly, Killian easily admitted it. "I have long repaid the favor from Lord Arman."

Bastard. Iris thought, but she wasn't surprised at his admission at all. He deceived her once, and there was no doubt he would do it again. Someone like him wouldn't hesitate to do anything to achieve his goal.

"Then what is it that you want from me?" She continued to probe, seeing that Killian wasn't trying to evade her questions.

This time, the demon lord didn't answer immediately as he took a moment to ponder her question.

"That… I wonder." He replied, which sounded like he was talking to himself rather than answering Iris.