I had zero information about what Azrael was like in his prime.
Inna talked cryptically about him, and El never even mentioned him.
And there was no reason for me to believe he was a good guy.
'So, did he really fucked a mermaid?'
It might not be that far-fetched from reality, from what I understood.
'…. Perhaps that what triggered Anastasia's rage on the mermaids.'
Lyssa guided us outside of the palace onto the street of the kingdom.
Wait, should I call it a kingdom?
It was way too small for that.
"Hey, Himmel." Elijah's voice echoed, earning my attention. "…I have a question."
I tilted my head. "Ask away."
"The thing with choosing a wife." He said, rubbing his cheek. "How are you going to explain it to others…."
"I am not choosing anyone." I said, looking away. "Don't think too much."
"….You surely won't let them all die." Aimar chimed in gruffly. "Right?"
"...."
I kept my silence, gazing around the city of mermaids.
