"Sir, you must understand that I only barely escaped from the clutches of the fallen angel. There is nothing I can do about him at the moment."
Mark smiled cordially as he said so.
The person across the table wearing a royal mantle sighed.
"If there is nothing you can do, then how is this deal supposed to proceed?"
Mark shrugged his shoulders helplessly as a slight frown appeared on his face.
"It is unfortunate, but you must show me first. That is the only chance we have at defeating him."
The corner of his lip turned up.
"After all, I'm your only chance."
The person wearing the royal mantle slammed his fist on the table.
"Nonsense! I am the king of this city, yet you dare order me around?"
He was a man with short black hair, but no crown on his head. Though he really did want to get a gold one, beggars can't be choosers when they live on a floating island detached from the rest of the world.
