The Failed Contract

After distancing myself from the reporters, I called Silvia's Maid to arrange for my departure to the abandoned kingdom.

[Sure, I'll take care of it, Sir Ares. I'll be there in a few minutes.] said Silvia's Maid before ending the call.

Tic—

I wasn't planning on contacting her until I returned from the abandoned kingdom, but I had someone I needed her to take care of while I was away.

As I hung up the phone, I walked towards a nearby café which I had reserved for us. I took a seat at a table and waited for Irethiel's arrival.

After a brief wait, the door of the cafe creaked open, and a young boy stepped inside.

"H-Hello, Sir Ares," greeted Ark, the 7-year old demon, as soon as he entered the cafe with Irethiel.

"Oh, you're here. I heard you were knocked out by Irethiel," I said with a smile, motioning for him to sit across from me.

But the boy shuddered in fear at the mention of Irethiel's name.