Thoughts For The Future

Getting up from the bed, Astaroth could feel his body was still weak, and that it would be this way for a while.

He could feel the mana concentration in his body was much lower than usual. The skill he had used had clearly drained much more out of him than he thought.

But he still had to show a strong facade. So he straightened himself up before leaving his room.

When he pushed open the doors, the guards at the entrance saluted him, before telling him where the queen was, and that Lady Grove had said she would come back on the morrow, to speak with him.

Already, Astaroth could feel a headache starting at the thought of her inquisitive questions.

But he owed her an explanation, to say the least.

Although she had tried overpowering them with her own domain, she was only letting out steam at that point, and he knew it. He wasn't against that, either.

He also knew he had technically cheated. That skill was never his own, to begin with.