"What do you have there," Etna asked.
"Oh hello Etna," the red haired vassal replied, "I found it in my room. Who knows where I could have picked it up at."
Etna walked over and sat on the bed beside her as the young vassal opened up the book.
"Those pictures," the demoness exclaimed, "how did you get a hold of this photo album?!"
"No idea. Etna…this picture…is this…Laharl's father, King Krichevskoy?"
Etna responded with a solemn nod.
"So…this woman here with him, she must be Laharl's mother," the vassal remarked.
"Yah, that's the late Queen. Those are some pretty old pictures in here. Looks like these are from when they first started dating. Anyway, I'm not one to reminisce, so if you don't mind, I'm just gonna go."
"Okay."
Etna excused herself and left. The red head pondered the meaning behind the album.
"Perhaps there's a reason I found this," she remarked to herself, "this must be a sign from heaven to guide me in my task here. I must learn their story."