With a sense of disbelief, Emily wondered whether this was all a dream as she rubbed her eyes. However, the scene unfolding before her was undeniably real, with Raylen having Marshall bound to a chair. It took her a moment to find her voice, and when her lips finally parted, she remained speechless for a few seconds longer before finally managing to speak.
"Can we speak in private?" Emily requested from Raylen.
"Hm? There are no secrets between the three of us now, Princess. I only invite those I am close to to slumber parties," Raylen remarked, his expression shifting from concentration to amusement as he stood up after noticing Emily's sullen expression. He then made his way to the entrance of the room.
As the archdemon walked towards her, Emily's eyes fell on Marshall's bleeding hand, and she demanded of Raylen, "What are you planning?"
