A crying mother

As Katharina muttered under her breath, clearly irritated, Rosseline sighed and shifted her gaze to Alexa, who wore a crooked smile on her face, as though enjoying watching the discomfort of the other.

"I thought you'd go straight after him," Rosseline commented casually while sizing up Alexa with experienced eyes.

"I would have liked to," Alexa replied in a tone of false resignation. "But it seems he's... occupied. He's started looking for some Deep Web friends with connections to the Demon World. He seems to want to find this Demon King, even though he doesn't know he already met a Demon King."

Rosseline raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not surprised. "I don't think that's an immediate problem. It'll take him a long time to piece things together."