"Marquess Granville, long time no see." Blanche Malvolia was greeted in a warm, friendly, and graceful manner. Her voice sounded sweet. She was intentional, wanting to meet Castiel, given the unpleasant incident last time at the banquet.
Castiel's footsteps stopped right before the artificial garden next to the northern palace. Castiel had known the intricacies of all the palace gardens, yet he had never found the blue Alba rose—the color of Vienna's brilliant pupils.
Even such a small detail that Emperor Ares did not care about, Vienna. You should realize, there is no one better to love you than me.
Castiel turned around, greeting Blanche Malvolia flatly. "Why are you greeting me? Is it rare that you do that? What do you want?" continued Castiel, shooting straight through Blanche's heart as if it were a pistol bullet.
