Asmodeus slipped past the various maids and servants rushing while waving his hand to stop them from bowing all the time. "If they keep bowing to their superiors, will they ever reach the ceremony halls?" He held Nyxielle in his right arm while the other children chased after Gretta, who had an uncanny skill when dealing with them.
Should I outlaw bowing? He considered for a moment before feeling a tug at his hair.
"Papa..." Nyxielle looked strange, her cheeks a little puffed out as she curled his hair around her little fingers.
"What's the matter?"
He examined her face, his eyes narrowing before he realised where they were, the east wing. Normally, this wouldn't be a hint. However, the east wing is a place in the citadel that he gifted to only one of his future wives.
"Are you afraid?"
"N-No! Papa, Nyx isn't scared!" She protested, despite her shivering body.
