Chapter 696 – No Bad Words
The same staff angel from earlier stood waiting, posture flawless, wings folded in respectful greeting.
"Prince Lux," the angel said. "Please follow me. We have prepared a waiting chamber for your comfort before the conference."
Lux nodded. "Lead on."
They walked through corridors that curved through floating atriums and suspended gardens. Streams of glowing water flowed upward instead of down. Choirs hummed in distant balconies, rehearsing harmonic protocols. The scent of jasmine and holy parchment drifted through the air, clean and sterile in a way that made Lux vaguely miss the sinful perfume of his mansion.
"So," Lux said casually, adjusting his cuff, "how catastrophic was the rumor that I died?"
The staff angel paused briefly, clearly deciding how honest protocol allowed them to be.
"Two archiving divisions prepared legacy evaluation documents. One prophetic wing declared a transitional era of economic chaos."
