"You look gloomy; something I should've expected when I saw you going into his room."
Tilly stopped in her tracks as soon as she reached the mezzanine of the mansion. She raised her gaze, setting them on her nephew, Samael. Samael was leaning against the railing with his back, arms crossed, eyes bearing a tinge of playfulness.
"This is unlike you, Tilly," Samael continued, smacking his lips as he added, "but then again, he is your brother. Of course, you will be worried about him."
"I am not worried about Abel," denied Tilly with her ever-toneless voice. "I simply checked on him."
Samael laughed. "And what is your verdict?"
"It's war." Her voice still sounded the same, but the sense of firmness in it was apparent. "I will take the children this time; Law, Sunny, and even Claude. They will come with me."
