This was not the first time he had heard the Sovereign sing. Such a scene, unimaginable to outsiders, was perfectly ordinary to the Praetorian Guard. With his exquisite magical skill, the Sovereign could always summon the most fitting accompaniment whenever he wished to enjoy music, creating the most dazzling dreamlike spectacles. Anyone who had heard the Sovereign's singing would be intoxicated by it.
The girl named Milia was lifted onto the dining table by the Sovereign. She bounced around amid bubbles made of music and light, clumsily swaying her chubby body and arms. The Sovereign held a guitar as he sang and danced with her. The Beatles classic "From Me to You" was one of Milia's favorites, as were "Strawberry Fields" and "Yellow Submarine." But those were songs for singing while sitting on the sofa, not for a moment when the atmosphere was so lively it could have lit a bonfire.
After the music ended, the girl gave him a big hug and a slobbery kiss. The Sovereign accepted it gladly, then messed up the long hair she had only recently had combed neat. Hammurabi stood smiling at the dining room entrance beside Dinah, not going in to disturb the father-daughter time between the Sovereign and Milia. He guessed that before long, the Witch planning to have breakfast would rush out and drive away this troublesome father and daughter. With that thought, Hammurabi put the helmet tucked at his waist back on. Ordinary pistol rounds truly could not penetrate a Praetorian Guard's skull, but that did not mean Hammurabi was willing to take a bullet to the face for no reason.
The happy time lasted until Milia asked for another scoop of vanilla ice cream.
An ordinary father would very likely have given in to the girl's pleading and agreed,