"Of course it's something urgent. I've been looking for you all day. Why didn't you even bring your communication tool?"
Matilda, who rarely wasn't wearing Hell's March armor, took out an envelope with ornate gold embossing and handed it to Fingerley. The envelope had clearly been opened.
"What's this?"
Fingerley took the letter, glanced at it, and instinctively whistled.
"A commission from the Royal Palace," Matilda stretched lazily, "but it was delivered by Eliphas's people."
"Eliphas?"
Time returned to earlier in the day.
"Still no good."
Eliphas stared at the deep red Fallen Demon Egg in his hand, his brow furrowed.
No matter how he filled himself with negative emotions, he still couldn't get any reaction from the Fallen Demon Egg, as if it wasn't even interested in him.
But why? Why was it that even ordinary people could use the Fallen Demon Egg, but in his hands, it was completely unresponsive?
He wanted to gain power!
