The carriage was quiet. The only sound made inside the carriage was Silas's sigh.
And according to Ice-pick, his happiness was escaping from him. He was inclined to believe her for how much he had sighed.
Ice-pick and Isvendar were in a conflict.
Although he called a conflict, it was mostly from Ice-pick. The succubus was not having a good time with Isvendar. She antagonized Isvendar.
Luna pleaded with her to calm down but even she wasn't capable of stopping her. So in the end, the responsibility fell upon Silas.
Silas blew air and flicked the succubus's forehead. She screamed, rubbing her head.
"Ouch."
"Stop saying mean things to her." Silas sighed and yanked her from Isvendar, placing her beside him.
The seating was arranged like this.
Silas took the window seat, far from the door. Beside him was Ice-pick who wanted to hug him for some reason. She became more clingy as soon as the marriage was announced.
