Next morning…
Azrael felt like her head was crushed by a heavy truck. She got up and sat straight, she remembered visiting Salcia and asking her to meet Aegaeus but it was blank after that. How did she end up in her bedroom?
"Oliver." She called out, squeezing her head in pain. After moments when he didn't appear, Azrael hissed.
"OLIVER!" she shouted again this time way louder.
Oliver finally appeared in her room, shocked at her appearance. "Mistress, when did you return?" Oliver questioned.
Azrael glared at him, gritting her teeth, "What kind of housekeeper are you not even knowing when your owner came back!" Azrael yelled at him. " Where are you daydreaming at!"
Oliver lowered his head, like a whimpering puppy. "You told me to watch Niflheim…" Oliver responded.
Azrael finally remembered what she ordered him to do. She looked at him guilt-ridden, "You were there till now?" She asked, looking at him from top to bottom.
