Because she was pulled into his arms, Naily found herself sitting on the Demon King’s bent leg. It was an awkward position where a slight movement could cause her to slide down completely.
Just imagining it made Naily feel all her blood rush to her face.
In this predicament, Naily tensed her back, slightly bracing against the wall behind Kalsas, wanting to retreat. He didn’t stop her, just observing her with a thoughtful gaze.
Naily felt uncomfortable under his gaze and turned to look out the window, forgetting to maintain her original cold and distant tone in her panic: “The night watchman’s lamp is out. It’s safe to leave now.”
Kalsas fastidiously furrowed his brow, standing up while supporting himself against the wall. The black wings behind him fluttered twice, as if about to take flight.
He walked to the window, his fingers resting on the windowsill, suddenly turning back to say: “Remember to wear a cloak when you go out.”
Naily was stunned for a moment before understanding the implied meaning, immediately feeling her face heat up. Before she could retort about his meddling, the Demon King had already spread his wings and swiftly flown away from the window.
The night wind rushed in through the open window. A black feather floated down. Naily picked it up, turning it between her fingers, frowning slightly. After carefully examining it, she threw it into her storage bag.
Closing the window, Naily lay down on the bed. The dagger was under her pillow, but she was still far from sleepy. Although she didn’t know if Kalsas wanted to destroy that weapon, in a few hours, she would obtain it. Just this thought was enough to keep her awake.
The next day, Naily and Gerard met with the Duchess.
Duchess Ifa smiled and dismissed the servants around her, saying to Naily: “What you want is nearby.” She stood up from her high seat, her graceful figure turning, lightly pressing on the armrest of the throne. The heavy stone seat slowly slid back, revealing a deep underground passage.
Naily glanced at Gerard and noticed he wasn’t surprised.
The green-haired mage performed an elaborate bow: “After you.”
The Duchess smiled and nodded, slightly lifting her skirt and walking down the stone steps.
Naily and Gerard exchanged a glance, with him choosing to walk in front.
