Late at night, Einsbern Castle
Samael, who had been arranged to stay here, had no desire to sleep. He pushed open the window and gazed with interest at the tranquil night view of the ancient castle.
Creak...
Before long, the door opened with a soft sound, and a silver-haired beauty in a white formal dress entered carrying tea, snacks, and coffee.
Samael smiled faintly, turned around, casually took the tray from her, and asked.
"Where's Artoria?"
"She's making a nest for Cavas II."
Alicephil pointed toward a figure busily working away in the courtyard. Covering her lips, she wore an elegant, gentle smile tinged with a hint of mischief.
"I understand. A traditional British hobby."
The ancient serpent took a sip of coffee and shrugged casually. Then, together with Alicephil, he squeezed up to the window and watched with great interest as the King of Knights sneakily fussed over her beloved dog.
"Is that so?"
Alicephil looked rather surprised. Her crimson eyes brimmed with curiosity as she looked at Samael.
"Of course. Statistically speaking, Britain is the country most obsessed with pet dogs. Their love for them is almost deranged."
The ancient serpent blew on the steam rising from his coffee. Smiling as he mocked them, he began telling Alicephil some amusing stories he had heard.
When it came to loving dogs, the British Queen truly led by example. She was especially fond of the most temperamental long-bodied, short-legged Welsh dogs, keeping four of those famous breeds. She also had four long-bodied, short-legged mixed breeds born from Welsh dogs and German dachshunds. All of her dogs were descendants of a female dog named Susan, gifted to her when she was eighteen.
It was said that the Queen once ordered one of her personal guards demoted because he had deliberately hidden