CHAPTER EIGHT
A month later, I was quietly sitting on a chair next to the emperor.
Things had actually been pretty uneventful for most, which was something I hadn't expected. This isn't fair! I was having such fun mooching off the emperor's money, but now I was in thing dang throne room again? and with the traitor, too?
Good things just don't last! My fingers tightened around the armrest. Ugh. "Levi, theres some old farts left over from the Juvellian empire. Some priests too. Kill them today." The emperor said, making an annoying face of triumph. I sighed loudly. What a predictable move. Levi was staring at the floor, hands trembling. Looks like it was a bit too much for the poor little traitor. Oh well, this could benefit me too. "Father, may I do it instead?" I asked, tapping the armrest with one nail. Come on! Come on! Say yes, you baboon!
"Hmm? why?" The emperor asked, and I smiled as devilishly as I could. "My hands are itching to kill one of those rats again. It's been ten years since I got the last one, after all." I was talking about Cordelia, obviously. Levi flinched, but the emperor was laughing. "I have raised you perfectly, my child. Very well."
Huzzah!