Well, here I am, Alexandru the hero-turned-demon prince Zilvagias, sitting on this tiny bone chair while being interrogated by my mother.
It's been a while since I've been in the "Seat of Reflection" (see episode 4). My butt hurts like hell.
"So... what exactly is going on, Zilvagias?"
Platiphia asked with a strict expression, snapping her fan open.
—What do you mean, "what's going on"? I should be the one asking! My other 'self' made all the decisions while my memories were sealed!
Still, Platiphia's timing couldn't have been worse... or better, depending on how you look at it.
She walked in at the exact moment I was panicking because Liliana's self-awareness hadn't returned, shaking her by the shoulders.
'—What in the world are you doing?!'
Yeah, her scream was loud, all right. The look on Platiphia's face was priceless at that moment. Come to think of it, that might have been the first time she's ever yelled at me...
