"Yes, who else would I be talking to?" Ramiel smirked. "That's your nickname from now on."
Calis clicked her tongue. "You seriously don't know how to give nicknames."
Ramiel laughed, then gave Calis a playful nudge into the carriage. "We have no time to waste. In you go."
Ramiel got in the carriage and then the Slave Man locked the carriage door, got into the driver's seat, and the carriage began to move.
"Stop at the main market," Ramiel called out. "We need to get a few things before heading to the mansion."
"Yes, my lord."
Calis glanced over. "What exactly are we getting?"
"Clothes. Shoes. Food. Blood...."
Calis raised a brow. "Blood?"
"You look half-starved right now. I'm not letting you show up to my Master's wedding and start biting people. That'd be… impolite."
"Ramiel…" Calis started to say, but was interrupted.
"We've reached the market, my lord," the slave Man at the front called out.
