The loud tapping of Asmodeus's footsteps rang through the high-arched hallway as he approached the highly protected Phoenix Palace. Beside him, two royal knights followed several steps behind, their faces obscured by a black mask and helmet.
After returning, Levia increased the training of her knights, along with Velvet and Vinea, who manage the black dragon knights.
He glanced at their showy, black side capes and armoured dresses that covered down to their knees. It amused him how their chainmail skirts created a slight jingle each time they took a longer step to match his longer stride.
"Don't force yourselves to match my pace, I won't run away. If you learn something bad, it'll affect your entire form as a warrior."
"..."
"!!!"
He could hear the smaller knight's subtle gasp, then watched her in the reflection of a silver fixture as she glanced at her feet and adjusted herself.
"Good, that's the pace that matches you."
