"Do you think I was born 2,000 years ago? That is no longer my problem. It was probably my grandfather that you made the deal with… Hm, on second thought, if you really want my help, offer yourself up to me!!"
"You vile demon! How vulgar, as expected from the demon race!" One of the captains lashed out, sword raised high as he charged at Luseraph, his face twisted with rage. His blade gleamed with a faint, ethereal light, a symbol of his determination. But Luseraph merely watched him with disinterest, eyes gleaming red, like a hunter sizing up its prey.
Before the captain could land a blow, the princess stepped forward, raising a hand to halt the soldier. Her voice rang out, firm and unwavering, "That's enough. Without his help, we might as well all die. If it's for the future of humanity, I might as well offer myself up! I, crowned Princess of Aelfhim, hereby swear upon my crown that if you help us secure a victory against the Fallen Angels, I will offer my life up to you!"
