Chapter Forty Nine
The silence that followed was deafening. Yuta couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, or do anything but stare at the ruined document while his mind supplied him with increasingly creative ways he was about to die.
He's going to feed me to his hellhounds. He's going to turn me inside out and use my intestines as decorative ribbons. Giyu was right. I'm dead.
I'm so, so dead.
Elrien's gaze snapped to him, and Yuta felt his heart stop entirely.
This was it.
This was the moment when the demon lord would pronounce judgment on him.
Cold sweats formed on his forehead as he waited for the explosion of rage, the killing blow.
Maybe if I grovel really convincingly? Should I offer to replace the document? Maybe if I rewrite it for him—
A small gasp escaped from Yuta when warm fingers wrapped around his hand.
He blinked in complete shock. Instead of the fury he'd expected, Elrien's eyes showed… genuine concern.
