"AH, YOU'RE friends are here."
Neoma removed her sunglasses after hearing what Drystan had said. She felt bad for the King of Hell because the dude looked really offended that his territory had been infiltrated. "It's not because the security here is lax or something, Your Majesty," she said, trying to console the king. "Trevor and Ruto are just too passionate about me. They won't even let Death himself take me away from them."
Drystan looked at Neoma as if he couldn't believe her "bullshit."
"Thug princess, is that supposed to make the king feel better?" Tteokbokki said while shaking his head. "You're just giving him more trauma from being overpowered and disrespected by a bunch of kids."
The King of Hell glared at the Soul Beast. "You're actually making it worse, dragon."
"He's not a dragon," Neoma said, correcting the king. "He's just a silly ketchup-colored donkey, Your Majesty."
Tteokbokki glared at her. "That's so old, thug princess."
