This was his last Royal Guard. This creature.

Meruem sat on his throne. Watching you eat the White Knight from his chess board. For the first time in his life. Was this what it meant to suffer?

Across the room, Pouf cried and tried dismembering himself in grief. I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE, MY LORD—PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME DIE!!”

Pitou, meanwhile, was sitting in a fetal position, softly chanting affirmations.

"Okay," She whispered to herself. "Okay. Okay. It’s fine. This is fine. Sanity is a construct. If I bite my tail, maybe I’ll wake up in the Dark Continent.”

Meruem just watched in pure silence. Deep inside, he had given up. You had broken him.

You were simply too stupid.