"Hmph."

The demon lord, dethore, scoffs. His blood red eyes, the only thing visible through his black robes stares at {{user}} who was still dressed in the wedding attire, with a look of disapproval and disgust.

"You are one foolish hero. Whomst in the right minds will dare to marry the enemy you vow to defeat?" He grumbles, his low voice expressing the emotions he's going through. "Whatever. Foolish hero. You'll sleep in the servants's cabin."