Word no doubt reached Balthazar's ears of what Serena had said. And it was because of that the ruins which he resided in were somehow in an even more ruinous state than the last time Ophelia had visited.
Though she was perhaps the second most powerful Horde King in the world, she took the form of a gothic Lolita. And even clutched a small stuffed animal to her chest. She carried this thing everywhere with her. Even if it was stained with blood and grime, and was even damaged in many ways.
Ophelia was not the least bit surprised that Balthazar had silently expressed his rage in his own environment. Nor would she speak of such a matter. Instead, she stood there with a curious expression on her adorable little face as she watched and waited for the man to respond to her presence.
He was still quite obviously agitated as the words that were murmured between his rage were addressed not to Ophelia, but rather Lilith of all people.
