"What did you think?" Back home, Sno removed Heavenly Punishment and let out a slight sigh of relief. The most troublesome scenario he had imagined had not occurred, saving him quite a bit of trouble.
True Creator's Mutterings (Approval)!
Heavenly Punishment, which had watched Sno persuade the prince and the Demoness to join the faith from start to finish, made an approving sound, along with an appropriate expression of doubt.
"Are you kidding? Other potions would be one thing, but what if this prince's 'talent' is insufficient and he loses control or goes mad on the spot? Then all the blame will fall back on us! We're not afraid of being targeted, but are you really planning to give up such a good opportunity just over the type of potion?"
True Creator's Mutterings.
"That's more like it. You have to distinguish priorities. Opening the passage so that your power can descend is what matters most. As for everything else, those are insignificant details. Demoness or prince, what does it matter if they joined only because they had no other choice? So long as they support the opening of the passage, everything else can be discussed, right?"
True Creator's Mutterings.
"That's the spirit. Let's go make the last hidden arrow."
True Creator's profanity!
On Tuesday morning, after a less-than-sumptuous breakfast, Klein set off for the Royal Museum at No. 2 King's Avenue in West Backlund.
As half a historian himself, there was not much in a museum worth seeing for Klein. But today was different.
Because there was a Roselle memorial exhibition here today.
Wearing a half-top silk hat, carrying a black cane, and dressed in a double-breasted woolen frock coat, he followed the female guide through one exhibition hall after another like an elegant gentleman.
He looked at Roselle's