Just as he opened his mouth to ask what was going on, he heard his steward's soft voice whispering in his ear, "Don't look. Children shouldn't look at things like this, or they'll have nightmares at night. Don't worry, Your Majesty—none of your people have been harmed. The only ones injured are bad people. There will be no collateral damage."
Upon hearing this explanation, Anos's tense heart was only half relieved. But almost immediately, it tensed up again.
The steward's words clearly implied that there was danger within the demon army.
As soon as this thought occurred to him, worry took over his mind. Countless scenes of scheming and backstabbing from television dramas in his past life began playing through his head, one after another, impossible to dispel.
"You—"
Anos hadn't even gotten his question out when Sebastian interrupted him.
