“What do you mean by that, my lord?” Chaos asked.0

“Look,” Metatron replied, pointing to his legs.0

His legs were shaking violently as if he had done a hundred reps of squats. But that was not the only thing strange about him. His face had turned deathly pale and beaded cold sweat poured down his forehead.0

And then…0

“Gasp! M-My lord! Y-You’ve wet yourself!” Chaos jumped back in shock after noticing that Metatron’s pants were getting wet.0

“Cha… C-Chaos…”0

“M-My lord!”0

“Why… Why am I trembling? I am the son of a demon lord! Why… am I so… terrified?”0

“Please! Please compose yourself, my lord!”0

“I… I can’t… The fear… it has completely taken control of my body. Chaos… What is this…?”0

Just then, the Golden-Haired Young Man Who Fell From the Sky opened his eyes slowly from his slumber. He instinctively turned toward where the noises were coming from—toward Metatron and Chaos.0

“Why is my body… moving against my will…?” Metatron stammered while trembling violently. An unknown terror had rendered him immobile. Then, his gaze locked with the Golden-Haired Young Man Who Fell From the Sky.0

Metatron froze like a rabbit cornered by a predator.0

Those eyes. The young man’s piercing blue eyes were so...0