Chapter 1201
Davey was astonishingly arrogant and eerily familiar with what he was doing to the emperor.
It wasn’t like he had looked down on others often—his gaze carried the coldness of a higher being looking down at something beneath him, as if it were instinctual.
“Who are you? How did you get in here?” the Emperor fiercely questioned.
“I was waiting for you,” the figure said calmly.
The figure in front was spewing nonsense about having been in the room from the start, effectively evading the gazes of both him and his guards.
Emperor Abzorba Delemanco Prasias Nacha couldn’t help but feel a sense of pressure weighing down on him.
He wanted to dismiss it as nonsense, but the man had actually slipped past the Commander of the imperial guards.
“Hmph. So you’re just a lowly assassin, huh? Are you here to take my life?”
“In a way, yeah. But not right now.”
‘Not right now?’
In other words, that meant he could try it at any time. For someone who was supposedly just an assassin, he had far too little fear of failure.
“Hmph. All I hear is delusion.”