The Crown
"So you are telling me that after you were banished from the palace, you just happened to have fallen on the demon lord Vermilion's lap?" Her eyes are wide with shock. This is a question that will make her realize why I am different now.
"Yeah…" I let out a dry chuckle, my heart squeezes tightly as she spells out Vermilion's name.
"Are you sure that you are Lush Von Blade?" She leans in closer, her eyes scanning my soul through my skin, "Because I have never heard of a single person who has survived after stepping foot in that demonic territory. How are you still alive? And how come that you haven't been killed yet?"
I ponder over how to respond to this question, my forefinger tapping on my cheek, "Well… maybe because I am useful?"
Erick snorts from the side, still siping at his long-gone cold tea, "Lush, you are everything but useful."