Reuniting With Clara

"…"

Empyrean Miller Skyrend's expression churned.

He looked at the Divine Emperor of Death, never having been so humiliated in his life. In fact, it wasn't those words that irked him but the fact that he truly had done something so lowly that he didn't have a single excuse for himself.

"Do you give your word that you would not flee or harm your little sister in a fit of rage even if she were to attack you?"

Empyrean Miller Skyrend asked, his voice trembling as though he was extremely reluctant to acquiesce to an Anarchic Divergent's request.

"Venerable Elder, we must not!"

"She must have suffered enough under his machinations and came to have such a twisted opinion of an Anarchic Divergent. We cannot entertain such a ridiculous notion of-"

"Silence!"

Echoes of disagreement could be heard from below but Empyrean Miller Skyrend waved his hand as he glared at Davis with wide eyes, expecting an answer from him.