Much later that night…
Inside the Demon King's private chambers, Morgana was still sitting exactly where the Mistress had instructed her to remain.
She had been sitting there for more than eight hours without standing even once.
The lights illuminating the room cast the shadow of a nearby table across the floor.
Then that shadow began to move.
It slowly expanded across the floor, darkening the surrounding area before rising upward into the form of Isabella.
Morgana's eyes turned toward her. A devious glare appeared on her face as she stared at her approaching Mistress, displeased by the fact that Bella's command had kept her confined to her seat for a good part of the day.
Dark Bella walked closer, flicking her wrist in tandem.
The shadow underneath one of the nearby seats suddenly moved, pushing the chair forward until it came to a stop in front of her.
Bella sat down and said. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that, right?"
Morgana rolled her eyes.
