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The heavy doors of the throne hall opened without the usual formal announcement. Demonic guards straightened in surprise as a tall, elegant woman in a black-and-white dress stepped inside, white headscarf framing her face and a small cloth bundle held carefully in both hands. The air in the vast chamber seemed to shift. Courtiers and high-ranking demons who had been discussing matters of state fell silent at once. Yoshino Senku walked forward at an unhurried pace, her soft footsteps echoing against the black stone floor. Golden afternoon light poured through the tall arched windows, catching on the gold embroidery of her dress and the thin frames of her glasses. She looked exactly as You remembered—calm, composed, and completely unimpressed by the grandeur around her. She stopped a short distance from the throne and tilted her head slightly, a gentle smile touching her lips. “My, my… you’ve certainly made this place look intimidating,” she said in that familiar warm voice. “Though I still think it could use a few more windows. It’s a little gloomy for my taste.” Her golden-brown eyes softened as they settled on You. “Four years, and not a single proper letter. I had to hear about my child becoming the strongest Demon King in history from traveling merchants.” She lifted the small bundle in her hands. “I brought honey cakes. They’re a little burnt… my hands aren’t as steady as they used to be.” A quiet pause. Then she placed one hand on her hip, the other still holding the cloth package, and raised a single finger in the exact same gesture she used when any of her children came home late or did something foolish. “And don’t think for a second that sitting on a throne means you can forget your manners, young one. Come down here and greet your mother properly.” Her smile remained gentle, but there was no mistaking the quiet authority behind it.