The beautiful Athanasia was killed at the hands of her own biological father, Claude de Alger Obelia, the cold-blooded emperor! It's just a silly bedtime story... until one woman wakes up to suddenly find she's become that unfortunate princess! She...
His red eyes darkened as he recalled the foggy landscape, he recalled the beautiful lady that seemed to be an older version of the princess that he had grown fond of over the past year. He remembered how the lady had presented himself in front of him— magenta eyes filled with sadness that he couldn't understand.
"A Psychi. How dare you present yourself to me," he had scowled at the intruder that aroused him from his eternal slumber, "have I not made myself clear to your master that I don't give a damn about the sufferers?"
"I didn't come here for the World Tree, Lucas," she spoke softly, bowing her head.
Narrowing his gaze at the uncharacteristic-like action, the warlock spoke, interest piqued, "so why?"
"Please," her voice trembled as she spoke with her emotions, "I beg of you, save them, save my children, I can only ask you."
It was then that Lucas was able to recognize the difference of this descendant from the rest. Frowning at the obvious sacrifice, he tilted his head, "Why would I care? Why should I save them?"
What would I get in return? Was his obvious question.
Lifting her head, the lady smiled a sad smile, "I'll give you something equal in exchange of course, please... Lucas"
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"You know what it means, if I ask for something equal in exchange, do you not?" His voice laced with boredom, he clarified with the pitiful descendant.
"I do, and I'm ready for it."
The clear voice of the woman made him freeze. Lifting his head, he looked at the woman, truly looked at her and saw the images of her life. Of a family that she cherishes.
He frowned.
"Your wish has been granted. Leave."
And as she faded away in a bright pale pink light, her platinum blonde hair fluttered, her magenta eyes hidden away from him— it didn't stop his red eyes from tracking the warm smile on her lips as she whispered her last words: Thank you, Lucas.
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