115 PERHAPS, I'M NEXT

"C'MON, Your Majesty. At least let me finish what I'm saying," Trevor lightly complained after the emperor cut him off rudely. "I need the Moon Princess–" He instantly shut his mouth when His Majesty glared at him. Then, he cleared his throat before he spoke again. "I need the cooperation of Her Royal Highness Princess Neoma."

Emperor Nikolai glared at him for a few more seconds before he calmed down. "What is your plan?"

"Thank you for asking, Your Majesty," he said. "Anyway, I hope you didn't throw the Death's Scythe away."

The emperor turned to his knight.

"The Death's Scythe didn't disappear when the Devil escaped," Glenn, if he remembered the knight's name correctly, said. "I confiscated the weapon and put it in the Forbidden Armory."

He knew what the 'Forbidden Armory' was.