"Speak. What do you know about our Emperor, the Divine Emperor of Death?"
Isabella demanded in a cold voice.
"…"
Young Master Ragoon, despite being badly beaten, his first instinct was to lie and rattle their emotions, finding himself a way out of this mess. He could also enjoy their expressions of despair. But for some reason, he was unable to open his mouth.
If they found out that he was lying, he would be finished.
He could imagine his head falling off the next moment he declared the Divine Emperor of Death was dead.
These insanely powerful women seemed to be crazy about him, so he felt that it would be better if he tread wisely.
"What's taking you so long?" Shirley looked as though she was running out of patience.
She raised her hand, looking like she was going to beat him with the spear's pole again, causing Young Master Ragoon to flinch.
"I'll say, I'll say. The Divine Emperor of Death managed to defeat all the Venerable Knights…"
"Really!?"
