An invitation to the mysterious place

Cael didn't witness Irmilla's appearance personally—he was resting in bed—but he felt her aura approaching the house. It was very distinct and seemed brighter today than usual. Then Tarek came to pass the message from the unexpected guest.

"Signora von Rotermond wants to speak with you, Cael—privately, if you catch my meaning. That beautiful lady must've decided to thank you for saving the city… Hah, I envy you—bet that soon there will be an entire parade of grateful girls!"

"Lady Irmilla?" Cael was shocked to hear this. "Is that why she really came?"

Tarek shrugged. "Well, she didn't say this, and I'm not a scholar of female souls—but I wish that was her intention! So, do I send her in, or you are too afraid of the wrath of the stunning but fearsome efreet you call wife?"

Cael snorted. Although efreets were desert demons, he didn't feel offended on Ginevra's behalf, because… Well, the moniker She-Devil suited her well. In a good way.