♱ Chapter • 74 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱

Flowers. There were flowers everywhere, yellow flowers that looked too fresh and then - my eyes opened.

"Asmodeus?" I called, but since the afternoon of three days ago, the prince had simply disappeared after telling me he had personal things to deal with.

Was he back? Well... it...