Villain Ch 1745. Innocent Emperor
The silence was too... careful. No movement from the treetops. No spell flares in the distance. Even the birds—aesthetic-only details in the game engine—weren't chirping. The whole region felt like it had paused. Like the field itself was holding its breath.
Red_King crouched again near a shattered war axe. "We have to be careful. The Devil Emperor is here."
He grinned, but it wasn't confidence. It was nervous, tight. "That bastard must be in one of his moods. Killing spree mode."
Allen didn't say anything.
Because… no. This wasn't the Devil Emperor.
It should have been. But it wasn't. He was right here, dammit. Standing in the middle of a massacre, catching stray blame like it was casual weather. And for once, he was innocent.
Not that he could say that.
His hand rested against the hilt of his dual blades, silent.
Then—
He felt it.
Movement behind.
Not a breeze. Not a glitch. Something calculated. Something meant to test reflexes.
