The disparity in technology levels in this world is quite baffling. After being taken from Devil's Island, I traveled to the capital of the Demon Empire, Velmora, by airship.
At present, I am seated in a carriage alongside the other members of the Night Squad, drawn by two horses as we proceed toward the train station.
Why can't they make cars?
"You truly love me, don't you?" I asked, glancing at Cupcake seated beside Lucy.
"Love you?" Cupcake's eyebrows shot up. Her body recoiled, pressing into the carriage's backrest as her eyes narrowed, a look of disdain crossing her face.
With her lips still sealed, Cupcake crossed her legs. The corners of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, as though she were fighting back a scoff.
The question hung in the air like a poorly baked soufflé.
"Love isn't the word," Cupcake stated. "You belong to me. I own you."
