A WILD FURRY APPEARED

NIKOLAI buried the hilt of the Death's Scythe in the floor. He brought it to the prayer room dedicated to his ancestors. Yes, they had a room for that honored the previous emperors. Honestly speaking, he hated that chamber. But since they were dealing with the Devil, he needed to boost his divine power.

Right now, his priority was to save Neoma. The royal princess couldn't die without his permission. As long as Nero was still asleep, he needed to save his daughter.

"Open a gate to hell," Nikolai ordered the Death's Scythe. "I heard Neoma was good to you. You don't want her to die, do you?" But to be honest, he doubted it. For some reason, she knew that Neoma wouldn't die there. "If you wish to your master again, then you better cooperate."