"Morning," Seraphina said as Tyler walked into the guest room. She sat alone on the bed, waiting for him.
He smiled. "Morning. You still look like a demoness. Need a knife to scrub it off?"
Seraphina smiled faintly. "If you have a knife with a high dagger‑proficiency requirement, I don't mind trying it out. Otherwise, don't bother."
"Haha. You don't have to take my joke seriously. Well, it's good to see you back to yourself. I know this priestess can take you over at any time, but Ace Avalanche told me not to worry about it," Tyler said. He pulled a chair closer, sat on it backward, and rested his arms on the back.
"Yes. He put a collar on me. He can use it to knock me out cold whenever he wants," Seraphina replied, pulling down her robes and showing the black line running across her neck.
Tyler narrowed his eyes. "You wanted it?"
Seraphina nodded.
"All right. If that's what you need. How much has he told you, anyway?" Tyler asked.
