Slaughter [1]

"Oh? The boy has an impressive background?" The queen asked.

When she saw Azaroth shake his head, her delicate brows rose ever so slightly. "Then what's the problem?"

"That kid... he isn't simple." Azaroth said, a solemn light flickering in his eyes, "I can't properly put it in words, but when I laid eyes on him, my instincts screamed at me to be his friend or at least not to become his enemy."

The queen's previous somewhat carefree expression disappeared when she heard him, and a gleam flashed in her eyes.

"You sure about it?" She asked,

Azaroth caressed her cheek with a finger and asked while looking deep in her eyes, a hint of smile in his eyes, "Even an ordinary King Mage would believe his instincts, let alone me."

The queen nodded and asked, "Then, what are you going to do now?"

"I'll give him the masked ghost, the guy who just left. Since only he has acted against his family, killing him would hopefully sate his anger."