After the ceremony, the banquet was held in the resplendent halls of Neuschwanstein Castle. I sank into the plush sofa in my private room alongside my grandparents, exhausted beyond measure—I had never imagined that such pomp and ceremony could drain me so completely.
"I did not know about the questions," I murmured. My grandfather chuckled, his voice low and conspiratorial.
"Of course, it is forbidden to reveal them to any successor—you see, they might be tempted to deceive us all." Huh? Even if I were aware, I would answer them in my own way. I would never simply utter "I will" without meaning every syllable.
As my thoughts turned dark, I seethed internally: and then there was Samael—damnable Samael. That bastard had already betrayed me twice in one day, leaving me no choice but to promise myself a confrontation soon.
