The way back from the domain of Patriarch Del Luna took place under a light filtered by the gigantic canopy of the sacred forest. Klein, walking with his hands in his pockets, a cigarette in his mouth, while Diavolo advanced at his side with a casual gait, making his cowboy spurs jingle on the smooth roots that served as paths. They were looking for an inn for the night before resuming the road to their next destination, when two silhouettes appeared at the end of the path.
They were two servants of the Sol clan faction, recognizable by the solar emblems that adorned their clothes. Thanks to the recent events where Klein had proven his effectiveness against possession, a tacit relationship of trust had been established with Princess Jezabel. The servants bowed with respect before their saviors.
" Lord Klein ... Lord Diavolo ... " one of them began with deference. " Our mistress, Lady Jezabel of the Sun, wishes to meet you with great urgency. "
