TREVOR “borrowed” Skewer (aka the Death Scythe) from Princess Neoma without getting Her Imperial Highness’ full consent.

Hence, he was determined to make the most of it.

I’m sure Princess Neoma will kill me later, so why not use Skewer to my heart’s content?

Moreover, he had something that he wanted to try.

“You’re being too arrogant, Trevor Kesser,” the Ancient Devil said, laughing while shaking his head bitterly. “Just because I let you have my power as the Devil doesn’t mean we’re on the same level. I’m being lenient to you because I don’t want to accidentally hurt Princess Neoma if I unleashed–”

“Oh, shut up,” Trevor said, cutting off the Ancient Devil while swinging the Death Scythe. Unfortunately for the Ancient Devil, he wasn’t the type to listen to an enemy’s nonsensical monologue in the middle of a serious fight. “Let me try my new attack on you!”

The new attack that he mentioned would be the Hellfire, of course.

As soon as he swung the Death Scythe, a boomerang-shaped black flame shot out of the curved blade.

Trevor didn’t hold back because he had no reason to do so.

The Hellfire was the Ancient Devil’s strongest weapon.

Hence, Trevor also inherited the Hellfire when he became the new Devil.

But, like the old bastard said, they weren’t on the same level yet. And so, he wanted to see how vast the difference was between their power so he could quickly close the gap.

The Ancient Devil frowned. “This is why kids these days die early.”

Trevor just scoffed and watched the enemy’s attack closely.

The Ancient Devil raised both his arms, and then black flame shot out of his palms.

Oh, wow.

The two Hellfires collided mid-air, causing a huge explosion and even making the sky shake.

Even so, Trevor didn’t care because he had a barrier around himself.

He was focused on the Hellfires that were still fighting each other above them.

The Ancient Devil’s Hellfire was indeed bigger and more powerful than the Hellfire that Trevor created.

But he could tell that the difference wasn’t that great.

Heh.

Trevor’s theory was now confirmed– the more he got stronger by mastering the skills and power that he received as the new Devil, the weaker the Ancient Devil got. So, in order to kill that old bastard, he only needed to do one thing.

I need to quickly master all the techniques that I inherited from him.

Trevor’s thinking process was interrupted when he noticed that the Ancient Devil’s Hellfire was getting smaller and smaller until it slowly vanished by itself.

Then Trevor’s Hellfire exploded in the sky.

He just swung the Death Scythe again in order to absorb his Hellfire that scattered in the sky so that it wouldn’t hurt others.

Why is the Ancient Devil’s Hellfire… oh.

When he turned to the old bastard, he realized why the Ancient Devil’s Hellfire had disappeared instantly.

He’s trying to escape!

The Ancient Devil’s body had already turned translucent, which was proof that he had finished creating a teleportation spell. And then the old bastard even had the nerve to smirk at him when their eyes met.

“Not today, Trevor Kesser,” the Ancient Devil said. “I know you just want to see me fight because you want to learn how to use my power correctly, but I won’t – I won’t let you get stronger by stealing my techniques.”

Tsk.

Trevor’s plan was busted, huh?

I can’t let him get away!

Trevor was about to swing the Death Scythe again when, all of a sudden, somebody grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn around. “Who–”

“Are you crazy?!” Lewis yelled at Trevor’s face, the fox’s golden eyes glowing menacingly. “Why did you go all-out when Princess Neoma is here?!”

Oh.

Trevor was amused by the fact that this was the loudest he heard Trevor “talk.”

So, even though the fox was screaming in his face, he couldn’t get angry.

“I’d rather kill myself than put my Moon Princess in danger, you fool.”

“Then why…!”

Trevor grabbed Lewis by his (annoyingly handsome) face, then he forced the fox to turn to Rufus Quinzel’s direction. “The duke has already sent Princess Neoma to another dimension safely a little after I arrived.”

That was why he had no reason to hold back.

Lewis, Drystan, and even Rufus Quinzel were all capable of protecting themselves while he was going bat** crazy on the Ancient Devil.

“My son, I’m hurt that you thought I’d act reckless when my Moon Princess is in–”

“Duke Quinzel, may I know where you sent Princess Neoma to?” Lewis asked the duke, rudely turning his back on Trevor and walking away from him to approach the duke. “Can you send me there, too?”

“I’m worried about leaving Princess Neoma to the Shadow Realm unattended, so I’m planning to follow her there now that the Ancient Devil is gone. I can bring you there, but…” Rufus Quinzel said to Lewis, then the duke turned to Trevor and Drystan. “Is it okay if we leave now?”

“Of course. The Ancient Devil is gone, so Trevor Kesser can open a portal for you now,” Drystan said, nodding. “Now that Trevor Kesser is here with the ingredients I need to revive Princess Neoma, then you should hurry and bring her back to the Imperial Palace. Make sure to bring her body to the throne room. It’s a sacred place that could amplify a de Moonasterio’s divine power.”

Lewis and Rufus Quinzel looked relieved.

“We’ll do that,” Rufus Quinzel said, nodding politely. Then the duke slightly bowed. “Thank you for helping us, King Drystan.”

The King of Hell just shrugged casually.

Lewis, on the other hand, just glared at Trevor.

This brat…

Trevor just sighed and shook his head. “I’ll give you a teleportation scroll that’s directly connected to the Imperial Palace.”

***

YOAN– no, Commander Ruto’s heart.

Roseheart Blood.

A piece of soul of a person who could manipulate time.

Divine power.

Karma points from powerful, divine beings.

Those were the ingredients that Drystan needed to revive Princess Neoma.

He checked them as soon as he and Trevor returned to Hell.

The Moonglow was taken off the list because Emperor Nero had already ascended the throne, which meant Princess Neoma no longer possessed Moonglow.

Hence, it wouldn’t affect her revival.

“Thank you for helping me gather the ingredients needed to revive the little princess,” Drystan said to Trevor Kesser. “I’ll now enter my Workshop and stay there until my job is done. Can I rely on you to protect me while I’m inside the Workshop?”

He had to lower his guard while working on bringing back Princess Neoma to life. After all, he wouldn’t have the time or the liberty to worry about himself when reviving a person was a race against time.

The crows and the other gods won’t miss the chance to attack once they hear that I’m inside the Workshop.

That was why he needed someone as strong as Trevor Kesser to be his temporary guard.

“There’s no way I’ll let the person who can revive my Moon Princess die,” Trevor Kesser said, crossing his arms over his chest while leaning against the wall of Drystan’s Workshop. “Just make sure you’ll bring my Moon Princess back to me.”

“Back to everyone,” Drystan corrected Trevor Kesser, scoffing. “You don’t own the little princess, you cheeky brat.”

***

PFFT.

Trevor laughed like the madman that he was when a bunch of misfits arrived.

With ill intentions, of course.

Minor gods.

Evil Spirits.

And even lowly deities.

How dare these bastards stop Princess Neoma’s comeback?

“Come,” Trevor said, swinging the Death Scythe and engulfing the curved-blade with his Hellfire. “I need some practice anyway.”

***

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