Clan? It was not a family but a clan?
But of course it was, it all made sense now.
A lot of things actually.
For instance, the reason why the king was so reluctant to openly start a feud with the Astavores despite having 'that'.
He wasn't hesitating because he couldn't, he was hesitating because fighting an entire clan of chaos wielders was madness, they wouldn't just bring down his army, they would tear his empire to the ground.
But why?
Why couldn't he remember…
Azazel pondered deeply about it.
He could only arrive at a vague conclusion…
That some of the original Azazel's memory were sealed, and something was stopping him from accessing it.
"Azazel," Leona called.
"Huh?"
"You're not listening."
"Oh… my apologies."
He made a note internally to investigate the person called Miro, then placed down his cutlery.
"Can you repeat what you just said, about the clan and this supposed chaos order."
Leona narrowed her eyes, picked up her wine then swirled it lightly.
