Casey quickly thought to herself.
If she were a recently awakened Saint, she certainly wouldn't face the Demon King as an enemy—cunning, powerful, and eerie.
And Casey also considered herself.
She is not qualified to make a Saint take risks.
"Master, what should we do now?"
At that moment.
The two subordinates beside Casey also looked somewhat grim.
They naturally understood the terror of the Demon King, but since Casey hadn't spoken, they certainly didn't have the right to make decisions.
"Wait."
Casey looked at the screen.
Nabaro displayed an exaggerated grin, his sinister monocular eye fixed on Casey: "Little brat of the Augustine Clan, chasing your lordship for a full eight months, are you still pursuing me? From your expression, you seem not prepared to be turned into a living corpse."
Casey suppressed her inner fear, forcing herself to calm down, and returned a cold sneer: "How do you know this isn't a trap for you?"
