Prince Aidan went still in an instant. Annan muttered, "You've already sat down, whether I mind or not. What am I supposed to do, kick you out? Aidan, why are you making eyes at me?"
Clearly, Annan's reason had checked out again.
The figure sitting beside them looked at Prince Aidan with a faint, knowing smile. "Gray Mist, I still remember your earlier failure."
Prince Aidan lowered his head. "Legion Commander, I naively thought I could spark a war between humans and elves..."
"I'm not blaming you. There was nothing wrong with what you did."
The figure had not come for Prince Aidan. His bright, human eyes turned to Annan.
"I'm very interested in your subordinate. How about lending him to me?"
Aidan could not sell Annan out, so he had no choice but to refuse. "Legion Commander, I still have a use for him."
The figure said nothing and kept watching Aidan. Aidan could only hold his gaze.
"Stop fighting over me, you two."
As he spoke, Annan picked up a plate from the table and held it between them.
That was how he stopped cats from fighting in Free City: put something between them so they couldn't see each other. "Why don't you bid for me instead? I'll listen to whoever pays more!"
The figure turned his gaze back to Annan. "You don't know who I am?"
"I heard Aidan call you Legion Commander..."
An incredible thought suddenly struck Annan, and he cried, "You're the Succubus Queen!?"
The figure fell silent.
"Ahem... Olmedo Just Right, allow me to introduce you. This is the Demon Lord, Legion Commander of the Seventh Legion, Bishop of the Chaos Cult, the Bard," Prince Aidan said with a light cough.
"So it was you..." Understanding dawned on Annan.
No wonder this guy had