When Arda left, a mountain of work appeared on her desk that forced Azazel to stay indoors to finish them all. He suddenly missed the days when they didn't have this much work. But they can't help it, they can't trust people with important information.
"Arda, so I just want to- Oh where's Arda?" Kaiden, who just went straight into the room without knocking, was surprised to see Azazel sitting in Arda's chair.
"Luciel sent her out on a mission and while she's at it, he made her take a break" Azazel stretches his arms out before fixing his posture.
"Are those the import and exports of commercial goods?" Azazel noticed the stack of papers that Kaiden had been holding.
"Yes. But I can have it directly given to my father instead" his eyes slightly shifted to the pile of paperwork on the desk.
