As Elizebeth's loved one, Fariz had long graduated from her expression, even under the shade.
"My love…" Fariz snuggled his massive snot against Elizebeth's cheek, wagging his tail like a puppy. "Are you ready?" He whispered, low.
Ready?
Elizebeth had the urge to laugh. She reined in her feelings, keeping them under the wrap. She was longing for it. The smell of metal, the color of blood, the dirty aftereffect, and also no one was longing for war as much as her.
Currently, in the real world, the emperor was preparing for a civil war. The war against the emperor.
Emperor Shadow versus the whole Underworld.
How fun could it be? She didn't know and she didn't want to find out. In that war, the life of the emperor was betted on. People would try to save her, and Elizebeth doubted it would be a success.
