Asmodeus sat on the edge of the castle balcony, able to see into the distance. A large camp full of soldiers appeared in the middle of the night. He knew who had made the camp and wanted to approach them, but since their arrival, the city had closed all its gates.
"Everyone is here except Ciela..." He muttered.
He looked back at the bed where two women lay naked, covered in bite marks and bruises. Lumina and Vinea slept in silence.
The sound of Simon and Ygrenne arguing came from the next balcony, which brought a smile to his lips. "It seems that Simon is aiming for a third wife." He couldn't help but enjoy the quiet moment as the sun slowly peeked from the horizon.
"I cannot sense Alan's aura anymore."
He didn't believe that Mephisto would hide from him.
Asmodeus narrowed his eyes and watched the city streets, various people shuffled with dark eyes, the black ink a symptom of Mephisto's possession.
Where did he go?
