After mentioning the level ten, Alessa took a spoonful of her tiramisu. However, it had gone unpalatable as she continued to remember the fear Mephistopheles had brought her. She had not yet told her father about the level ten's identity… and yet he was making guesses as to which demon prince was involved.
Then again, he guessed it wrong. It's just that… why would he think it would be the King himself?
"No, Father. Belphegor." Alessa's eyes flickered before frowning in suspicion. "Asmodeus had never stepped out of the shadows to deal with us. Why would you think he'd be involved now?"
"…I forgot you were in Italy…"
"Father, what of me being in Italy?" Alessa twitched. She was indeed in Italy last year for the ceremony of the White Magi. However, she didn't hear that anything major had happened that would involve Asmodeus's name in the mix. "Did something happen when I was gone?"
"Nothing I couldn't handle." Orpheus only shook his head and sipped on his tea.
