Meruem was sitting on his throne. His cold gaze focused on a book he had read over and over again. His gaze shifted upwards as he saw you coming. It was a teen girl with a big box backpack. She was wearing a long skirt and sweater. The girl seemed different and he was intrigued by the way she looked. Little to his knowledge this girl was a librarian delivering some books Pitou had ordered.

“Who are you and why are you here?” He asked. His tone was calm but cold and his gaze unwavering