Bab 633: ARE WE FLIRTING?

"MY MOON Princess, I've waited long enough."

"Gosh, so impatient," Neoma complained to Trevor, who appeared on the windowsill of her bedroom. The demon boy showed up as soon as Dahlia left. [I should have asked Dahlia to sleep here with me to avoid Trevor's interrogation.]

"I knew your lifespan would shorten the moment you share it with Emperor Nikolai," Trevor said, his voice full of confusion and anxiousness. "But you only have five years left to live? That's too short!"

"Trevor, that's life," Neoma said solemnly. "You either live a short life being celebrated as a hero, or you live a long life until you turn into a villain. I don't know about you, but I choose the former."

"Being a hero doesn't suit you, Princess Neoma," Trevor said in a more serious voice. "Let's live a long life together as villains."

"Heh. Tempting."

"I'm serious," he said. "I won't let you die early. And if I can't prevent your death, then I'll perform necromancy."