"Got it."
Annan lowered his voice. "Al—"
"Don't say his name. A perception spell has been placed on it. If anyone mentions him, the demons will know."
Annan's expression turned grave. "It's that serious? What exactly has Albeck gotten mixed up in?"
"I don't know. I don't deal with him outside official business." Prince Aidan clearly thought it best not to discuss him at all. "Have you decided what you want to do?"
"I'll follow the Chaos Cult, and then, you know, keep at it until I find out what's happening in the Far North. That'll be the moment my career as a Legendary investigator takes off!"
"I meant what position you want me to arrange for you."
"Oh." Annan reined in his excitement. "Is there somewhere I'd meet a lot of Wounded?"
"You? Taking care of the Wounded?"
Prince Aidan had expected Annan to head wherever there were plenty of women... He hadn't expected him to be even worse as a succubus.
"As a succubus who can control emotions, wouldn't cheering up the Wounded count as caring for them?"
Prince Aidan didn't care what Annan intended to do. "Got it. It won't take long."
With business more or less settled, they turned to personal matters.
"Aidan, you said I was right back then. What about now? Do you still think so, or has that old idea flared up again?"
"Does it matter?"
"Not much, but I'm curious."
It really didn't seem to matter. Whether Aidan was a friend or one of Annan's own, it made little difference.
Prince Aidan slowly began to speak of things he had never had the chance to say before. "I was born into the Royal Family, where rules governed everything. How long you should sleep each day, how many inches apart your steps should