Six Distinctive Bells

"We're back from hunting."

Gretta's demeanor looked calm and lady-like as she gently bowed before the two men who were deeply engrossed in a game of chess, but now had their attention diverted to the lady dressed in a black exquisite gown with her hair packed in an updo.

Azazel's expression still remained unfazed despite the sweet smile being directed towards his direction and a silent scoff left his lips instead.

There's never really good news behind the smile you see on an Astaroth family's face, their smile only meant they had done something bad which again, is never good news.

"What's with the look? I had high expectations of you being the first to welcome me, dear cousin." Said Gretta, who masterfully feigned innocence as though his ignorance had hurt her feelings, except Azazel had come to know her way better than that.