"SCARED, Your Imperial Majesty?"
Nero shot Trevor Kesser a cold look.
It was true that he was stunned by the presence of the frozen Silver Foxes. But that didn't mean he was scared.
Hence, he didn't like the Sorcerer's teasing.
Not that I've liked anything that had come out of that bastard's mouth.
"Alright, I'll keep my mouth shut now," Trevor said, and the bastard even had the guts to act like he was zipping his mouth. "Thank you for your help, Your Imperial Majesty."
"I don't need your thanks," Nero said, scoffing. "So, what do we do next? How do we thaw the ice statues?"
"We need the breath of a living Silver Fox."
Ah, then…
"Lewis is the key," his mother said while nodding. "But Lewis isn't here yet. Will the ice statues be fine even after we leave it for a while?"
"I think so, ma'am," Trevor Kesser answered politely. "His Imperial Majesty's ice would prevent the statues from melting or breaking."
