Azel entered the mansion again with Erblim perched lazily on his head.
'It looks nice,' he thought, taking in the size and shine of the place.
The building was enormous, truly fit for someone of lordly standing. He couldn't help but whistle softly as he walked in.
The last time he'd been here, the walls had been cracked and stained with some kind of green liquid.
Now they gleamed like polished marble.
It felt new.
"Phew," he said, stretching his arms as his gaze landed on a massive chair at the center of the hall.
It was positioned on a high platform, lined with crimson carpet. The seat itself was wide, soft, and carved from deep black wood.
It looked exactly like a throne.
He couldn't resist.
Climbing the small steps, Azel sat down and let himself sink into the cushion. The softness was perfect… firm enough to hold him up and also relaxing enough that he immediately felt his body melting into it.
"This is nice," he murmured.
