NOW NEOMA finally understood why her ancestors remained as "ghosts" all this time.
[They couldn't rest in peace because they knew this day would come– the day when the world would end unless their beautiful and awesome descendant stepped forward.]
The 'beautiful and awesome' descendant would be Neoma, of course.
"Gosh, I'm really the Chosen One," Neoma said, half amazed-half annoyed by the cliché. "I was born for this trope!"
Drystan looked at Neoma weirdly, then he turned to Tteokbokki. "Is your princess okay?"
Tteokbokki gave Drystan a dire look. "Dude, have you met a normal de Moonasterio in your long life?"
"Touché," the King of Hell said, nodding. "The most "normal" de Moonasterio I have met was the first Emperor."
Neoma looked at Drystan in horror. "Emperor Primo is normal by your standards, Your Majesty? Wasn't he the dude who blew up half of the empire because of his Lunacy?"
"That was pretty normal for a de Moonasterio."
