Azraella just looked at the book for a moment as he brought it over, just reading the back of it. It did definitely sound interesting.
The rest of the day had gone by rather quickly, as had the performance that had been held for the humans that day. Nighttime fell and the staff that worked the nighttime performance was getting ready. Even Seras was getting ready, although that was only because she was standing in for her brother as ringleader that night, since he was leaving briefly to go and speak with a few other demon lords. While everybody was getting ready, Azraella had taken to just exploring the mansion, being careful not to get in the way, or hurt herself or anybody else on accident. Although she did end up stopping upon hearing a familiar voice in the mansion, and the brand that was on her chest, the brand from her master, started to burn. This had her leaning against a wall and sinking down to the ground, just covering her mouth to stop from making a noise out loud. No this was a special brand, a magical one. Why was it hurting? Because that is what he wanted it to do when he got near his run away slave, and the pain would only get worse until the slave went to their master, and begged for him to make it stop.