Hardheaded Grim Reapers

Paimon's gaze shifted back to Daniel.

"We can't allow you to meet the Monarch."

"But—"

"This rule cannot be changed. Only the bloodline of the Monarch can step into the palace."

Daniel frowned.

"What about the World Core?"

"The Monarch will take care of it."

"He can't—"

Suddenly, his words caught in his throat as a suffocating pressure surrounded him.

The air thickened, pressing down on his chest.

Paimon's gaze turned sharp.

Her crimson eyes narrowed.

An oppressive aura spread out from her.

"Choose your next words carefully, Chosen of the Second Prince.

"We won't tolerate any insult towards Monarch."

"Huff! Huff!"

Daniel's body was shivering when Paimon retracted her aura.

The air felt heavy, pressing against his chest as he calmed his breathing and carefully thought of his words before speaking them aloud.