Chapter • 143

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Samael ⋅• ♱

I blinked.

"What was it?" she asked me as she sat in the armchair and the red-eyed duchess stared at me with an raised eyebrow.

"I did not expect... the two" I spoke sincerely, after all the agreement I had made with Elaine was already a clear way to make the duchess calmer with all that; even so, the sharp gaze of Asra shot me as if my mere mention of her being there was an offense. Maybe it was the result of years on the battlefield, but I knew when I wasn’t able to win a war, so I sighed winning "but since you’re here..." I muttered indicating with one hand to the armchairs - sit down.

"Where will you start?" Asra questioned, the red hair falling with perfectly braided waves on her back, the sharp eyes staring at me and looking for any sign of flickering in my attitudes or decisions.

"I’ve been thinking about tears..." I said remembering Quinn, the way he had acted.

Since that day, the bastard did not even give me a mere sign of life and Callisto’