"Ah, really? Do you despise the Emperor?" Frederick asked.
A silence fell, until Mirabel pulled out a copy of the Prophecies of Nostradamus. She placed it on the table with a firm gesture:
"Honestly, you should read this. You greatly underestimate them."
Aiden barely lifted his eyes, detached, arms crossed:
"Pff… What's the importance?"
Helia took the grimoire and opened it carefully. Her fingers passed over the ancient, yellowed pages. She read the first sentence aloud:
"Under the Stars, all existences are equal… Therefore, angels and demons are not so different…"
Aiden's eyes widened, and he straightened up, much more interested.
"What the hell is this shit!?"
Mirabel raised an eyebrow, her body straight and tense:
"You think it's a joke? This text contains quite... unprecedented statements, if I may say so..."
