Surrender a life… hand over the angel…
Miel knew that, somehow, the demon emperor wouldn't be so clueless about the unwanted guest they had over the plains. Now that Machiav continued to attack and that Alfora had discovered it as well, it was a matter of time before Emperor Albas would speak about it. Tonight, that time had come.
Of course, he knew Larkin would never surrender Artie. The archduke had been on his own for a long while, and it took an entirely different race to trigger his fancy. Moreover, he wanted his father to be happy again. Perhaps the strange memories of the smiling archduke were embedded deep within his mind.
