"Welcome, My Lord."
Epsilon's voice broke the silence. I nodded. She and Belial were kneeling on the damp, cold ground, morning dew clinging to the blades of wild grass around them.
I looked up at the sky. There were no clouds. Just a pale, endless blue. The early morning sunlight felt warm on my cheek.
"It's not snowing today," I said, more as a mumble to myself.
"I requested it, My Lord," Belial's voice came from below. "From Emma. For one week."
"Good," I replied. My gaze shifted to Epsilon.
"Begin."
"Understood." Epsilon rose. Without another word, she walked to the center of the empty plot of land.
"You can get up too," I said to Belial.
"By the way, have you found the person we'll be contacting in China?"
I had never done business before, but I knew you needed connections. It was basic logic.
"I have, My Lord," Belial answered.
