Maou's smile faded, subdued and faint. He kept his eyes on the grill. "Yeah."

Rather than sad, it was the voice of quiet acceptance and, perhaps, airy nostalgia. As far as Maou was concerned, he was admitting to the obvious.

"How could I not?" He prodded a dollop of meat with his chopsticks. Just to have something to do. "Home is home, y'know? It's the Devil's Castle, wherever that may be."