[Azrael de Revanche POV]
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[Year 652/Backstory]
I yawned as I looked at the ceiling, boredom filled me that I'm confident that I could make a living just from selling my own boredom.
"... The hell... This is lame."
I got up from my bed and made my way to the dining room only to find Samael on my way.
"Oh, Your Majesty."
I greeted him, slightly bowing my head, but he laughed softly and patted my head.
"I'm your uncle, stop being so formal."
"No, it feels like I was cursed to just say your name."
I waved my hand off lazily and his eyebrows twitched.
"This kid-!"
"Greetings, your Majesty."
One of the maids interrupted our conversation, bowing her head slowly.
"Her Highness Daleyza Lucretia O'bell from Lucretia has arrived."
(Lucretia? Isn't that a kingdom of the human race?)
I thought to myself and gazed at Samael who was widening his eyes in confusion.
