More than a week past in the castle of Lamenia, the assault from the emperor's troops on all other fronts had already started to take effect. Holding immunity to war because of the deal by Margarette, only the Lamenian borders hadn't tasted demon blood for a while. Trapping themselves in the most secluded room in the Curatos castle, Haruki's companions were growing desperate to see him finally wake up.
"Moriyana, Greta's been complaining to me about the tension at Dolatia, why can't you just talk to her with the demon spy you have?!" Her feet tapping against the ground anxiously, Athena has had enough of the wallowing red-headed beauty.
Like an idol of stone, Moriyana ignored Athena once again and continued on painting her nails by the dressing table. Too tired to even argue, Athena just let out a disgruntled grunt and looked away from her in disgust.
