章節 95: the birthright we (deserved).

Leon waited until Damian and Tia disappeared around the corner before he stepped out of his car. 

His driver—a Priest from Rossheim Palace—sat patiently behind the wheel, glancing occasionally at Leon with a furrowed brow. He understood their worry—he'd had to fight half his staff just for this brief, almost-unattended trip outside the palace gates.

Ever since I became Lord Protector, they've got my security detail dogging me to the shitter and back again.

Leon put a cigarette between his lips and used that unusual "lighter" device to spark it to life. Not for the first time, he examined the small device with amusement.

I wonder if the Angel thinks humans creating their own fire is heresy.