Ivy looked away as she twiddled her thumbs on her lap. "Maybe…"
This whiny brat had nothing but time. She hadn't had a single responsibility in half a millennium.
Belphegor almost snorted, but thankfully he didn't. That would have given him away.
"Oh, and one more thing. Would you mind if your chaperone stays behind? It's a bit weird. I promise I'm no threat to you," the man asked.
"Chaperone?" Ivy cocked her head in confusion and, to Belphegor's horror, Justin gestured right at him.
"This guy. I assume he's one of your minions or something?"
Ivy turned her head to look at Belphegor, and her jaw dropped in shock. "That is one ugly human!"
"That's not a human. He has red skin, three eyes, two horns, hoofs—need I go on?" Justin muttered, sounding exasperated.
Ivy stood up. "Hideous human! Speak your true name at once or face damnation!" She couldn't make that threat, but he couldn't refuse a direct order from his princess.
"It's me. Belphegor."
