"Ah, yes, Viscount Suma, I remember now. Before anything else, it is getting harder for me to communicate with the rest of you while my head is on the ground like this. Can you assist in putting it back?"
Mikhail sighed as he found it hard to interact with the demon, granted that Zagan was only asking to be treated normally. He did not doubt that the demon meant no insincere business and just honestly wanted to be in a more comfortable stance.
Descrying the reluctance in his older brother's countenance, Khamael volunteered to do the task himself by uttering, "Let me do it for you, My Lord."
"It is fine, Khamael. That de- I mean, Zagan wished for me to do it."
"Precisely, so hurry up please."
Thereafter hearing the demon's request, Mikhail beckoned for Khamael to stay on his spot. The commander then stood up from the small boulder that he was sitting on and went to fetch the lonely head that was lying a few meters away from him.
