The Great Black King

Chapter • 115

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱

Asmodeus danced so many times with Lucifer that for a moment I wondered if he had begun to take an interest in the inexpressive-faced, cold-voiced princess, but as soon as he fled the corners, I realized the truth: Loren was a little manipulator who was certainly involved in that situation.

Smiles with Elaine hugging my arm.

Thanks to my presence, none of the unpleasant nobles had dared to approach the "saint" and Elaine had danced, tasted the sweets she wanted and even talked to some nobles who seemed genuinely kind.

She laid her head on my shoulder when I called her to rest beside the princes.

"Are you sure? What if they hate me?"

I slipped my hand over yours.

"They are not going."

'They’re just needy children' I wanted to add, but I couldn’t while she seemed so sweet and determined. I didn’t want him to feel that his efforts weren’t so great because they were easy to keep around.

"If you say..." she smiled at me and that smile shown beneath the star mask made my