Hell fire

"You know what, I think we should do that thing. Don't contact that witch's support system just yet," Lord Ahriman said to his subordinate, who looked at his lord unsure before nodding at him.

"So you are that cursed prince's wife," The lord stated before turning around and walking again, making Elliana look around herself in confusion.

This hell lord was definitely weird in her eyes. He was angry one moment and then acting like nothing was wrong the second moment.

Now what was she supposed to depict from this kind of reaction? Was it a good thing? Should she speak more about her husband or not?

"So how did you come here?" Lord Ahriman asked, quirking his brows when they sat inside what looked like a cart, a very well-decorated cart that took her breath away.

And it wasn't because it was some kind of Princess cart that would make you swoon, it literally took her breath away because of how many skulls were used to probably design it.