"Claude, will you accept the title of being the new Earl of Monarey?"
There was a long silence in the meeting room, with their eyes slowly dilating. Heliot smirked in amusement upon hearing Samael's straight question. He had already known Samael was capable, and he just needed enough motivation and drive to embrace this role of the emperor.
"You are sending this child to the damn north?" Klaus was the first to break the ice, slamming his hand on the table as he abruptly stood up. "Hell, what the hell are you thinking?!"
"Klaus, you're not the person I am talking to."
"How can you -- "
"I will accept it." Klaus halted as he gazed down at Claude in disbelief. Claude didn't look up at him. Instead, he stared at Samael solemnly.
"Your Majesty, I will accept the title and fulfill my duties to the best of my abilities in one condition." He negotiated directly, without a second hesitation.
"Tell me."
