"Yes, Your Majesty."
On the other hand, Thamana Deuce felt that the Divine Emperor of Death's bearing was heavenly. She was aware that this had been a test the whole time and that she had passed. Her heart inwardly rejoiced as she bowed again and thanked him.
Only a terrifying genius like him could sire a soul-stirring man like Noctis, or so she thought.
She was sent out shortly by her master, and her bearing changed as she walked more elegantly, immediately following her father-in-law's instructions. Outside, she greeted the others with a smile as the elation lingered, but her eyes were cold, her gaze calculating as she wondered how to make these new disciples benefit the Misty Pill Palace efficiently.
"What's so important that you had to send even my son out?"
After Thamana Deuce was sent out and even Noctis was made to stand outside, Davis asked Lyra Mistwalker.
