<<I poured the wine into the crystal glass and handed it to my guest. "Honestly, I never thought I'd offer you wine right here in the Imperial Palace of Alexandria. It's been a while since we've seen Xandros." The King of Stygia smiled at me, holding the glass in his hand. "Oh, don't worry, Skarn. I'm just passing through. But I wanted to ask you something." I frowned. When one of the Lords of the Nine Hells asks you something, it means it's serious. "I'm all ears. What do you want to ask me?" I said him warily. "Give me back my Kurohana," he snapped. I nearly choked on the wine. "Give you back...? Let's get one thing straight. Kurohana isn't mine. Just like she's not yours!" "She's my daughter, Skarn. Therefore, she's mine," Xandros replied in a threatening tone. "And there you are wrong," I retorted. "Even if a girl is our daughter, we are not her owners! We are her fathers! And there's a big difference between being a girl's father and being her owner!" "YOU don't understand Skarn! Kurohana needs discipline! Rules! Someone to lead her with terror and an iron fist!" he retorted, even more angrily. "I know very well that some girls need rules and an iron fist, Xandros! BUT you have to know how to alternate the stick and the carrot, damn it! And you're all stick! That's not with pure terror you raise a girl!" I replied. "You want me to be like that spineless Red Duke?! He didn't want to use strong-arm tactics with his daughter, and now he finds himself with a rebel!" Xandros continued, "And then from what I know, you sent your youngest daughter to Azrakar! And we both know that the Forsaken Sentinel is not the type to use kid gloves!" Touché. But I didn't flinch. "It's true that my wife and I decided to send our youngest daughter to the End Incarnate. But we both know that Azrakar raised all his daughters admirably. And then, my dear dictator, do not scold Bel because his education methods are too soft. You played the despot with your own daughter. And you too like him found a rebel in your own home!">>