Meeting Avandar and Alan again put Asmodeus in a good mood, after the official meeting, they met once again in a private setting. The tables were filled with food, wine, beer and various fruits from the continent.
"I really can't believe we're going this far." Alan joked, holding his cane while sipping on a goblet of mead. "Do you really want to fight the empire, Brother?" Though his concern was clear, he also held a tinge of hesitation in his voice.
"Hm?"
Asmodeus raised his own goblet, swilling it from side to side as the red wine sloshed like the raging oceans. Beside him, Asmodea and Velvet sat serving him fruits and meat on the delicate plate before him.
"To be honest, I don't seek a war with the Empire, but only seek that bastard's head."
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