It had been a large gathering in hell, many different factions from all over had come that day, and one of them a young man, seeking peace from the endless talking went into the garden, but by the garden fountain a voice so beautiful and serene was heard, someone singing

Ingvild: "La~ la~ la~ ♪♪~"

It didn't take long for Ingvild's large kind orange eyes noticing him as the leviathan heiress stopped her singing and gave him a kind and loving smile, Ingvild's long purple hair trailing down her shapely figure as the half-demon made her arms support her large chest

Ingvild: "Was everything a bit to much for you too? Ehe~ i have never been a fan of all the politics either, and besides so much is new to me right now, after all i only recently woke up from the sleep disease, Heehee, it's a bit hard to believe it's been a hundred years, but let put that aside, would you please honor me with your company?"