Huff...
Damian slowly exhaled before opening his eyes. The six succubus attendants instinctively froze where they stood. None of them dared continue washing him.
The atmosphere surrounding the Prince had changed once again. His calmness frightened them even more.
It felt as though every emotion inside him was being forcibly restrained beneath an impossibly thin surface. Like a volcano moments away from erupting, no one wanted to be responsible for saying the wrong thing.
Damian quietly rubbed his forehead before letting out another exhausted sigh.
"Continue."
William gave a respectful nod.
"For the Marquis houses, only two currently exist beneath Your Majesty's banner."
He calmly turned another page.
"The Kasok Clan and the Amon Clan."
The moment Damian heard that second name, his brows immediately furrowed and William noticed.
"A clarification is necessary. Amon himself is not a demon."
Damian slowly looked up.
"He is a Fallen Angel."
