For Lise, that was an unquestionable order from her master. She walked away without a single protest, with the radiant obedience of someone receiving an order that suited her perfectly. She almost seemed grateful. Eva followed her in silence, walking discreetly, like someone who knows the best way not to be a nuisance is to disappear for a while.
Ophelia, on the other hand, frowned. Almost imperceptibly. Almost.
It was true she was a guest. But she was also a demon queen. An empress. The highest authority in the entire demonic hierarchy. Normally she was the one who asked to be left alone, and never the other way around. Being told to "leave us alone," even in passing and as part of a general order to the whole group, was a new experience. And not a pleasant one.
Although, to be honest, she herself had been the one to invite herself to the castle this time. A rather uncomfortable detail, which her pride immediately filed under the label of "irrelevant."
