"Your dungeons are ready, where do you want it?" Damian got straight to the point.
It had been a long day of work—his body may be as strong as ever, but his mind was bored and slightly tired. He needed a change of scenery soon.
"Already? Thank you for making this your priority—we won't forget the favor," Lazrin said with the first genuine smile on her face that Damian had ever seen.
"Yeah, don't mind it," Damian dismissed it, but then, remembering her name, he added, "Was Demon King your.."
"Yes," Lazrin confirmed. "He was my husband—it was a marriage of convenience. Kalin was not always seen as a worthy warrior with his strange esper powers that manipulated dead animals and golem bodies. He wasn't one of the seven dukes—but my brother was. He is one of the three you have imprisoned. His name is Morak.
