The anxious beating of my heart resonated in my ear as the prolonged silence continued, heightening everyone's shock and puzzlement. What was going on? Why would Sir Rufus kneel before that lunatic? And… did he just call him Samael?
Samael… I heard that name before. That was the name of the regal Duke of Grimsbanne. The Duke who was in his slumber for centuries. He was the person who had established the land I'm standing on today.
Did Sir Rufus just say this silver-haired lunatic, the man who claimed me as his reserved meal, was the same Lord Samael?
Impossible…
"Rufus, your way of welcoming my return is somehow aggravating. How dare you barge in here and steal that fickle-hearted, silly, little girl's attention from me?" Samael asked, glancing at me menacingly.
