State of Emergency

"Zeno?" A woman called out under the moonlight.

She gulped as she looked at the back of a silver-haired man staring above. Around him were a dozen demon corpses, while on his right hand was a jet-black scythe with blood dripping on the ground.

With a sideward glance, the man looked at the woman upon the mention of his name.

"Ea, no," he whispered upon the mention of his name.

Then he turned around to face the woman and spoke once again.

"Uoiea Embercrown, humanity's successor to the throne, the next empress," he said, raising the scythe before putting it next to her neck.

However, what the woman did was beyond Zeno's expectations; she ignored the blade and threw herself into his chest before wrapping her arms around his body. This action of hers made the demon squint his eyes in confusion.

"You already knew who I was; have you gone mad?" Zeno asked as soon as he recovered from the sudden shock.