Salcia looked at Azrael who rested her head on the table and fell asleep again. After creating all the chaos outside she was so peacefully in her slumber. While Salcia left to worry, hoping Schoel had controlled the brewing storm. If not then only Valkyrie can stop this but Valkyrie hates Azrael with full spite.
"Azrael, wake up." Salcia had no other choice but to wake her up, anxiously waiting. Salcia even tried to eavesdrop and it was so silent.
"Azrael, please wake up. Go apologize to your faedera."
"Fruit fly, I swear I will burn you in hellfire if you don't stop being annoying!" Azrael growled in anger, her eyes still closed.
Salcia was held off-guard by her remark. Fruit…fly? Was she calling her that? But by that sound of it, it seemed more familiar.
"She is calling her husband," Schoel answered from the door, pinching his temples.
Salcia turned around to look at him more perplexed by it. She calls her husband…fruit fly? Now that's… unique and romantic.
