Two days had passed. Eve, Syl'Vyr, Faye, and Clarissa were brought to the castle by the demon king's troops; they also brought all the puppets I had built, which is useful because it means I don't have to remake the ones already finished.
Now we're being moved to the area where we'll be stationed for the war. All my puppets are being transported with the soldiers, while our nearby maidservants are being moved alongside my brothers' nearby attendants in more suitable carriages.
And in the main carriage we're riding in, it's just me, Laplace, and Lucien, and the atmosphere is stifling, absolutely suffocating. Lucien won't stop staring at Laplace, who's sitting beside me.
Meanwhile, Laplace is trying to stay close to me as if using me as a shield against Lucien. She isn't seeking protection—she genuinely seems to want to use me as a shield in case of an emergency, which makes her look pathetic. Besides, she's bigger than me; I'd make a terrible shield.
