"Apologies for not giving you a chance to know. I figured you would never attend a war council with demons."
The cold voice of his uncle drifted in from his side. Standing beside him was a young man with dark skin. It was clear the young man was Jarvis, the family's assassin.
The man who spoke was his uncle, Cassian Brightwater.
Damon lowered his head slightly. His uncle really thought he hated demons that much.
Honestly, he didn't. He had just been acting.
The man with golden hair kept his eyes fixed on the dark haired youth, who hesitated for a moment before whispering,
"Its fine. I don't care anyway."
There was a bitter venom in Damon's voice that did not go unnoticed.
Duke Cassian sat next to Damon and then glanced at Seras.
"Lady Blade, don't you have your own seat. This seating area is reserved for my daughter and you're taking her place."
Seras stood up, bowed slightly, and moved toward the area arranged for those in the Seventh Class.
