The pawn sacrifices itself to defend the king. At least Emilia Müller realized that in the end. That is all that can be said for her.
The others think me callous, but this is simply the way of things. Even here amongst the demons, these rules apply. For example, the largest of the pack that slew Emilia summoned and commanded its lesser brethren.
However, I do not think that was a king. No, it serves something grander. I could feel its bond, the same bond that I've felt in the strange metal that inhabits these caves. It's almost like a melody of some kind, a siren song drifting up from the depths. Down there is where the true king lies, and I intend to find him.