Dantalion
“So, master, the thing is…”
“You don’t need to explain anything to me, Yalé.” I was standing in the middle of the destroyed corridor, the rooms around me were basically nonexistent, the furniture was mostly broken. Pieces of shattered wood were lying here and there, the torn pieces of fabric were flying around, I could even see glass fragments. Yalé was fidgeting around me, knowing it was partially his fault all of this had happened. His leniency with our servants had been overlooked by me for quite a while. He knew I was going to punish him as well as the others, who were responsible for such a blunder.
“Yo, long time no see, my dear friend!” I turned around. I completely knew who came to make trouble by destroying half of my place. And who would dare to say such a tacky line
