GREKO felt a shiver down his spine after the sudden shift in the air.
Which was strange, considering that he didn't have a physical body to feel that sensation.
And it wasn't just him.
Even the grim reaper froze in his tracks while mumbling to himself.
"No, this can't be…"
Hmm?
Greko wondered what "couldn't be."
The grim reaper also sounded scared.
"Princess Neoma's 'son.'"
Huh?
Greko lifted his head when he heard the deepest and coldest voice that he had heard in his short life.
Princess Neoma would sometimes use that tone whenever she was extremely angry.
But the voice that he heard just now was on a different level.
It's as if death is breathing at the back of my neck… oh!
Only one being would scare the fallen grim reaper, and only one being could probably save him from that situation.
Yeah, Greko was 100% sure that either Princess Neoma would save him…
… or Eomma would send someone to help me!
"The God of Death?"
