"Harlow!"
The princess looked over her shoulder and saw nobody around, it was just herself in this vast room of nothingness. She thought she was hallucinating.
Perhaps, this chamber was magical and could scare would-be thieves by giving them hallucinations? She thought it was not beneath Raphael to do something like this.
However, soon she heard the voice again and recognized who it was at last. She rolled her eyes.
"Wifey! Where are you?!" Raphael's voice echoed all across the place and started to shake even the Magic Closet.
Harlow dashed out of the secret room and rushed back to the chamber belonging to the Demon King. She would come across the man seated with a terribly bothered look at his face that only eased up when he saw her.
Before Raphael could say anything, Harlow beat him to it.
