The Beauty of the Canary
And so I called for Saint Jeanne, so we could head out to the old Sabnac castle.
She arrived at my office and bowed.
Demon King Astha. I have arrived.
She said.
I had to pause, because there was sothing about Jeanne that was very different.
She was usually much more childlike.
And so I couldnt help but feel a little strange to hear her speak in such a graceful manner.
I had to ask what had happened. She replied.
I rembered that I am called a Saint.
Apparently, she was now attempting to talk like the nuns from the town church.
It was fine that she looked to them for guidance, but it felt strange all the sa. I asked that she be herself.
And then suddenly
Hahaha!
She burst into laughter and then smiled.
That makes things easier for . Its so suffocating.
So she was also aware of how strange it was.
Thank you, Demon King. She said.
I looked at her again.
Her golden hair and fine features. Her armor was mostly white.
She was a rare beauty.
Definitely not a common sight.
Perhaps the most beautiful of any of my subjects.
The succubus also ca to mind, but even they could not hold a candle to her.
As I thought of each of their faces, Eve entered the room.
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