"Tell me, do you want to accept your uncle's offer?"
Orias suddenly flashed a faint smile, making his face look even more sly than before. "As long as Uncle can keep his promise, then I am willing to do your order."
Damian hit his shoulder jokingly. "I have never broken my promise to you before. Rest assured, whatever you ask for, I will grant it."
"What if I ask for the position of the prince of hell? Would you grant it?"
Damian's gaze sharpened after hearing Orias' question. His pupils drooped downward as if he wanted to make his nephew realize that he should be careful how he spoke. However, a few seconds later, his expression changed drastically; he smiled widely and laughed.
"Of course, I'll give it to you." Damian lowered his head, then whispered, "However, I will not be responsible if you get into trouble with the other princes."
