After issuing an order to stay down and continue watching the situation in Achlys and Musanea, Albas had returned to the camp of the demon emperors. Gaurie and those from the southern kingdoms were not around, and Zinigrid was also not here. He felt like he was actually surrounded by people of no importance in this tent that looked like a lounge in a castle.
However, he found one that was rather pissed off in his seat, unlike the rest who were dead tired from fighting. Their eyes met when he realized that Albas was looking at him. The grumpy emperor then spoke with a sour mood, "What pleasure do I owe the great Albas to make him look at me?"
"...you and I are of the same status. If I am greater, then why can't I properly discipline my little descendants?" Albas joined the other on the couch that was supposed to be exclusive to Zinigrid. "Tell me, Cruxal, how are the descendants of Novaska? Are they obedient?"
