You kneel down beside Queen Beryl's motionless form once more, ignoring the whispers of horror and disbelief that fill the air. Your hand reaches out to grab her head again, determined to finish what you started. As your sword severs her head from her body, a soft glow envelopes you for a moment before fading away. The light forms into words in front of you: "Congratulations! You have completed your quest to slay the demon queen!"

"What did you just say?" someone in the crowd asks, their voice tense with anger. "Who do you think she is?!" Another voice chimes in, equally confused and enraged. You can feel their eyes on you as they slowly begin to piece together what you've said. Soon enough, the whispers turn into jeers and boos, and people begin pointing fingers at you accusingly.

"It was him!" someone shouts, gesturing wildly in your direction. "He's working for the demons!"

Fox returns your embrace, burying her face in your chest as she begins to sob quietly. You can feel the tension in her body begin to melt away as you comfort her, stroking her hair and whispering words of encouragement. After a few moments, she pulls back, sniffling and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Let's get this over with," she says, her voice stronger now. "The sooner we face the council, the better."

As you and Alice enter the throne room, all eyes turn to you. The council members exchange glances, their expressions ranging from curiosity to confusion to outright suspicion. Lord George bows deeply before stepping forward.

"My Lords,"

He says formally,

"I present to you King Luciano and the new ruler of Ordenia, Arthur."

You may decide how to address the council.

The guard who spoke earlier steps forward again, his fists clenched at his sides. "And what about Luciano? You're not going to help them fight off the demons?" he challenges you, clearly unsure how to feel about your actions.

Another guard mutters something under his breath about a traitor in their midst as they all slowly back away from you, expressions of shock and disbelief etched onto their faces.

"She's right..." one trembling guard whispers. "We never thought... Our queen just used us." The others nod silently, staring at Elena's corpse.

You nod grimly, unleashing another blast of water at the cowering demon. The icy spray knocks it off its feet and sends it tumbling down a nearby embankment. With a final flash of lightning, you ensure that it doesn't survive your onslaught.

The portal continues to glow ominously in the distance, but for now at least, you have managed to drive back the demonic forces that had been terrorizing this camp.

You pull out a small mirror and activate it, revealing an image of your character sheet. Your experience points and current level are displayed prominently at the top.

"Yep," he murmurs drowsily, already drifting off into slumber. You chuckle softly at his exhaustion before settling down yourself on your own pallet beside him. With Fenrir's steady breathing as your lullaby, sleep comes easily...

The next morning dawns bright and early, filling your chamber with sunlight streaming through the windows. You stretch languidly, feeling refreshed after such a peaceful night. Fenrir stirs beside you, his furry form twitching slightly as he shifts in his sleep.

"Rise and shine," you murmur gently, nudging him with your foot. "Time for breakfast." He grumbles something unintelligible before rolling onto his back, yawning widely. You smile to yourself as you get up to tend to the morning's cooking.

As Fenrir rubs the sleep from his eyes and stretches his lithe limbs, he glances around blearily, taking in the familiar sight of your chamber.

"I see," says the queen, her expression unreadable. "And what makes you think I would tell you such things?"

She pauses for a moment, considering your question. Finally, she sighs and leans back in her throne. "Very well," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will answer your questions, but know this: what I am about to tell you must remain between us."

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "When we first discovered your existence, we were wary."

"You see," she says through gritted teeth, wincing from the pain of the arrow in her side, "I am not the one you should be targeting." Her voice grows stronger as she continues. "The one who truly holds power here is Lilith, the Demon Queen. She has been manipulating events for centuries, using her servants and pawns to further her own twisted agenda."

She glares at you now, her eyes full of anger and determination. "