When Alexander walked out of the palace, he didn't even need to do anything before a shadow guard appeared next to him, kneeling in respect. "My Lord."
"Any news from the lower realm?" Alexander asked coldly, staring at the horizon far in front of him.
Unlucien remembered his talk with Noctis. But that wasn't considered news, so he shook his head. "No, My Lord!"
"That means everything is going well down there..." Something cold flashed in Alexander's eyes. Because of the old fogies, he couldn't be present in the lower realm when he wanted to.
The sudden urge to murder brewed wildly in his chest, but he suppressed it and tore a rift in space, walking in. Unlucien wanted to follow behind him silently, but Alexander's voice rang out, carrying an order: "Go clean up the place of any pests! Make sure this doesn't happen again!"
"Yes, My Lord!" Unlucien bowed his head as the rift closed in front of him.
