Bab 440: A somewhat fluffy day

In the middle of checking on his wedding logistics, Demon Lord of Greed, Matsa Ra Natha, paused and blinked, eliciting a curious look from his secretaries.

"What's wrong, my Liege?" Malta looked at the Nightmare, who looked like he was frozen for two seconds.

"I'm not sure..." the Lord said vaguely--a rare occurrence. He put the papers he was reading down and leaned back on his seat, rubbing his lips. "I have this weird feeling that my sweetheart is about to do something very foolish."

"But aren't Young Master in the Lair, my Lord?" one of the secretaries said. "How can he do something foolish over there under Madam Angwi's watch?"

"Not even her eyes can fully watch him," the silver eyes narrowed. "My sweetheart has a knack for finding secluded places..." he paused. "And getting himself in trouble."