The devil shrugged, "I told you, good weather."
Daphne did not know how to reply to that, and she didn't as she turned around, going to go find someone. She did not know how to treat the injury, and the blood was soaking up the wet cloth already.
Lucifer watched as she opened the door slightly, looking left and right. At this time, the butler turned the corner and seeing a person, Daphne immediately called, "Um. . ."
The butler noticed her but Daphne did not know his name, and she did not know how to politely ask him to come over. Suddenly, Lucifer appeared right behind her, his head peeking over above her, "Benson."
She stepped back from the sudden sound, her back bumping into his chest. Using one hand, he grabbed onto her and she turned her head around, her gaze meeting with his playful and calm eyes. Did the injury not hurt at all?
The butler looked at the young master and immediately hurried over.
