Zestial calmly sat in his chair at the head of the Overlord Meeting Table. A steaming hot tea cup sat on the brim of his lips. Everyone looked slightly confused. Why? Camilla wasn’t there. Zestial, obviously noticing their expressions, sighed. “Camilla hast fallen victim to illness. None of thy shalt be querying Miss Carmine unless thee behold a second-death wish.” He spoke with a tad of sadness in his manifestation.
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