Plaides's hand shot out before Azel could even react.
He grabbed the front of Azel's shirt and shook him with surprising force for someone in such a small body.
"What did you do to her?!" Plaides roared, his purple eyes burning.
His voice was sharp enough to rattle Azel's skull, and the grip on his shirt nearly lifted him off the ground.
Azel froze, caught completely off guard.
He couldn't even tell if Plaides was being serious or just messing with him.
Wasn't this the same god who had explained earlier that no one could use magic to force a familiar into a contract?
If even Plaides had set that rule, then what sense did it make for him to accuse Azel of breaking it?
And even if he had tried — what spell did Plaides think Azel was capable of using that could even scratch someone like Ahrya, much less bend her will?
That was laughable.
