"How does he know about Ol'gaz?" was the Fallen One's first bewildered thought.
"He knows how to save Florian?" Riona wondered, half in awe, half in suspicion.
She couldn't care less how the emperor had learned about the demon. If anything, she'd gladly hand him the burden of killing it and escape with Florian.
He was the emperor, after all. If saving the world wasn't on his job description, then what was the point of being an emperor? A fancy hat?
"How?" Riona muttered at last, hiding her excitement and shock as best as she could.
Emperor Kaan's lips twitched into a smug almost-smile. Sir Roderick, his eternally-suffering aide, sighed deeply. He knew that look. It was the 'I'm about to say something dramatic for my own amusement' look.
Carefully, Roderick schooled his face into a mask of neutrality, silently begging the emperor to refrain from causing chaos.