Had He Been This Strong?

The sun had long set, but the duties of the archduke were never-ending. Larkin was still reading over the reports before feeling something strange. He didn't really do so before, but he could feel a few wisps of magic from afar… forcing their entry inside the sleeping archduchy. The archduke rolled the reports again and walked to the study's terrace. He looked over the sights of the night, seemingly being able to track the strange wisps of magic.

A black figure fluidly dropped to his side like water dripping, and her sleek figure was clad in black garb. Even her hair and face were hidden underneath a white bird's mask. She then looked at Larkin before speaking, "Demon servants. I know them well."