At the Royal Palace
A portal opened, and Azreal and Hermes stepped out. The portal closed behind them with a faint shimmer. The guards at the gate immediately bowed their heads. Hermes looked around, his golden eyes taking in the familiar surroundings, and said, "It's been a long time since I've been to this side of Hell."
Azreal tapped his shoulder with a small grin. "Then get ready to receive a scolding from Nena," he said.
Hermes laughed. "Is that so?"
Together, they walked forward as the massive gates slowly opened. Inside, the polished hall gleamed under the torchlight. Maids and guards alike bowed as the two passed. Frederick approached quietly, bowing low, and whispered into Azreal's ear, "My lord, Nena has been looking for you… she's furious."
Azreal smirked. "Hermes, it seems luck isn't on your side. Nena is in a bad mood. She's angry with me, so bringing you here will shift her anger onto you."
Hermes chuckled. "I see… lucky me."
