A few days later… Embre Viscounty.
Dorian was seated on the couch. Right behind him stood Maria, Seraphina, and Lili, who had a rather suspicious look on her face.
Ciel was unable to join them since Dorian knew not where her whereabouts were.
Opposite them was the Viscount, with Ishtar standing right behind him as well.
The room was awkward and silent, with both sides obviously wary of the others.
For the past few days, Dorian had been waiting for the Viscount to make some kind of move, but alas, nothing had happened.
Well, that was until the second day, when the Viscount suddenly sent a letter, issuing a meet-up to speak about peace and the release of his men under Aurelian custody.
Just as planned. Dorian knew at some point the Viscount would understand there was nothing he could do but strike a deal with his enemy—exactly what Dorian needed.
His eyes glanced at Ishtar, noticing how she was waving at him rather freely.
