Lucifer sneered. Things seemed to be getting more and more interesting.
He turned his head, looked at the bedside table, and reached out to pick up the photo frame placed on it.
In the photo, a proud and willful Cecilia Branford held a horse whip, exuding an imposing air, and provocatively smiled at the camera lens.
Lucifer's fingertips gently caressed that stunningly beautiful face, murmuring, "Cecilia, I must find you as soon as possible."
...
「Sahara Desert.」
Despite Sophie Sullivan's a thousand objections, she was still brought here by Thomas Shannon.
On this trip, a few Arabians wearing white turbans arrived.
They greeted Thomas Shannon in Arabic, and he responded. Sophie Sullivan didn't understand what they were saying.
She could only look away, gazing at the endless desert.
The sunshine scorched the desert, and a shimmering heat was visible rising from the sand.
The temperature was frighteningly high, and the ultraviolet rays were even more intense.
