Unworthy

"No."

A resounding 'no' echoed in the waiting room, and Duke Miral was more intrigued than annoyed. He only waited for her to continue, leaning back as if showing his willingness to listen. Meadow shook her head. "This is exactly not the time to let live and be merry, Duke Miral. War is upon our horizons, and you had acknowledged that. Why would it be the time for us to welcome… such a very mysterious figure to Galacia?

"Besides… what do you mean 'like any of us'? Larkin? You must have been blinded by your passiveness, Duke Miral. Larkin is never like any of us. We are all demon descendants, and yet he's the only one who held a higher position even in the heart of the emperor." Meadow closed her eyes, and her hold on her cup tightened.