Laz didn't answer the little girl for a while. Instead, he looked at a wall, his vision drifting away in the same direction that the waiting castle stood, it's black stone walls stained with blowing snow as though a lone sentry sitting vacant in the ice cold wilderness.
Laz knew he was responsible for Nagi, but he also knew she was already a god. She didn't have experience on the battlefield, but she was the daughter of a divine beast. Within her blood was a heritage that reigned supreme in the omniverse, something he could never imagine. She wasn't a little girl, but that was the feeling he got from her anyway and for him to allow her to be bait...
A flash of an image came to his mind, the smiling face of an insanely beautiful woman.
