The Crown Prince of Achlys

The first angel…

Artie nodded. She remembered seeing the journey of that golden-haired angel and how she navigated the castle to find Larkin. Then again, everyone acted like she was the first one that descended. Could it be that Larkin kept their meeting a secret? Was it for the same reasons why he could not freely tell even his closest friends that Artie was an angel instead?

Larkin only hummed as he smiled a little. "Are you not feeling jealous, Artie?"

"...well, she is very pretty and is definitely hot in her angel warrior outfit, but… she didn't seem to stay. Did you chase her out? Where did she go after your meeting?" Artie grew curious about the strange things, making Larkin laugh in satisfaction. The angel pouted her lips before huffing to the side. "That must be very tempting for you. Having such a very delicate woman walk in on you soaking in the baths..."

"How well do you know that night?" The archduke chuckled.