Chapter 23 TEA WITH MATRON YSOLDE

I stood outside Ysolde’s door longer than I’d ever imagined, my knuckles hovering an inch from the dark wood, unable to knock.

It was really absurd, really. I was scared of her more than I actually was of Azmiel. At least, I didn’t have a mutual hate at first sight with the Demon King.

I knocked b...

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