Seraphina Vredi was imposing. She stood with grace, and I felt just how powerful she was. Lord Springfield had told stories—about how her ‘sister’ used recollected projections of the past as pseudo spirits to fight for her, although that was the tip of the iceberg of her magical might.
She thinks Lord Springfield to be her genuine sister…
She didn’t trust . Who could bla her? Perhaps if she knew the truth of what had occurred, she’d have fonder feelings for . Even though she thanked , Seraphina probably had said it out of necessity. Or maybe a way to keep things ‘pleasant.’
I sat and folded my hands on the table. Tris produced tea and cookies, yet she remained standing with Sekh after pouring us drinks.
Might as well start with the obvious.
“Are you really a chira?”
“I am.” Lord Springfield raised a hand and shifted it into a dozen different shapes. “Does that frighten you?”
“It would if we hadn’t fought together. I… We share a common enemy, Lord Springfield.”
“Does that replace the fear you should feel?”
“Maybe? I can't tell. I…”
“Confused? Lost? I’m sure you have so many questions that you don’t know where to proceed from here,” said Tris. “Do not make the necessarily simple into the unnecessarily complex. Start from the beginning. Use a flowchart. Work your way down from what is simple to what may require a more detailed explanation.”
“Then I’ll ask it without a filter. Sekh, are you really her?”
“The Dark Lord of Tyranny? I am.” Her response was without delay. She wasn’t proud, though. Her voice was almost tinged with disgust.
“How did you break free from your seal?”
“I’m responsible,” said Lord Springfield. “ruria did awful things to . Once she had her fun, the void was my fate. It’s dark. It’s scary. It’s frightening and harsh. The winds strip you down to your barest elents like an ogre peeling the layers of an onion until you’re left with nothing. Yet I had my anger. It burned bright and kept alive. It was my fuel—my fire—my never-ending desire to escape and bring death to my enemies. I don’t know how it happened, but the Essence of Wrath was given to . The sa phenonon granted [Hers Trisgistus]—Tris’s first incarnation—and carved chirism into my soul. So, my birth differs from other chiras.”
“I detected those emotions,” continued Sekh. “My crystal seal deprived of all senses, yet I felt wrath much more powerful than anything I’d ever experienced. It even eclipsed what the curse forced to feel. If nothing else, I am a Dark Lord. I hold the power to create Soul Crystals.”
“Sekh summoned my chiric soul and crafted a body from the five Soul Warriors who sacrificed their lives to seal her. Susize, Beccy, Reina, Murag, and Yaekira. They make up what you see before you. Their mana flowed through , I shattered the seal, Sekh forcefully reincarnated herself, and we left the dungeon.”
“Your guns… They’re—”
“Similar to your world?” I nodded. “The Parallel World Theory states there are infinite worlds where only the smallest difference exists. Therefore, there’s an infinite number of worlds that contain firearms similar, if not exactly the sa, as the world you originated from. ruria was my initial summoner. Sekh was my second, and she gave a Soul Crystal. And yes.” She summoned a pistol and laid it on the table. “That’s my Soul Weapon. I pretend they have {Mana Link}, but they really have {Soul Link}. The two enchantnts work off a similar concept, so even the most perceptible onlookers are caught in the ruse.”
So, a person who was thrown into the void. And they use guns… Is it…
I delayed in asking that crucial question and focused on another topic. “Curse?”
“Lady Sekh is beholden to a curse that drives her mad with an intrinsic desire to burn the world. That fueled the events of 1,000 years ago, but it didn’t begin there. It’s estimated to be over 10,000 years old.”
“Or longer. Death will not claim . I’m guaranteed to reincarnate within two or three centuries. The curse will leave alone for a few years until returning near my fifth birthday.”
“Wait… You’re—”
“Yes. I’m not affected by it now, but it dwells within my soul. It was tricked into thinking I died when I was sealed, so when Mila released , I self-reincarnated. However… Have you heard about Ria?”
I nodded. Was I the first person outside this group to hear this truth? I never expected it.
“Bellerophon chased a chira into the city after I killed Noelia. She was abusing Niva as a damage shield. The specifics aren’t important, but I assimilated her. Yet that was the initial catalyst, I believe, of Ria’s downfall. Gloria went mad and shut down the nearby dungeon. Bellerophon enclosed the city in a magical do. I wasn’t strong enough to shatter it, so I used deception to lead those idiot goons to the chira. But I was the fool. Overconfidence saw trapped, and I had no choice but to rely on the Essence of Wrath…”
Ah, now it makes sense.
Sekh then told how she fought the Essence of Wrath after it tricked Lord Springfield. She was pushed into a corner and was forced to rely on the curse. She had almost died, but Surtr kept her alive in stasis. Lord Springfield then stored Sekh’s coffin in her storage and worked to accumulate enough life force to remove the curse Sekh took into her body. Aetos’s Yggdrasil Drop was responsible for healing the physical wounds.
[Confernt] was the ultimate goal. Lord Springfield desired an egregious amount of life force to etch a rule into the world that eliminated the curse from Sekh’s soul.
There’s sothing I need to know… I can’t put off asking it any longer.
“Lord Springfield, who… Who were you before you were thrown into the void?” My heart throbbed like a jackhamr. “Do you rember your na?”
“I do.”
So… Could it be… Is it even possible…?
“Was…it Shuuta?” My heart stopped as I read her face.
Surely, this can’t be him... Can it?
Lord Springfield smiled. “Nas aren’t precious to soone who can take a different shape every second. Who I used to be isn’t important. The past can glimr an answer to the future, but this is not one such case.” She paused for a mont and continued. “However, I do not want to hide the truth from you. I’m sorry, Quella, but my original na was Michael.”
Michael? So, a guy? And now they’re a woman?
Did that even matter? Lord Springfield was Lord Springfield, and I was sure she wouldn’t appreciate bringing up the contradictory paradox.
If Lord Springfield was Shuuta, then I could’ve apologized. Selfishly, I might add. Yet since it wasn’t… I felt…
Conflicted? Uneasy?
“Before you ask, know this. Ti in the void flows differently. A second can last an hour. Or it can be a decade. You could swear a thousand years have passed you by, but only two heartbeats have eclipsed. I do not know how many summoning ceremonies occurred after my ti. No. I did not et anyone else, although I heard a voice speak about sothing. The details are foggy, however. I doubt this voice belonged to this Shuuta. May I ask why you thought I was him? Was he also soone ruria threw into the void?"
“Yes,” I replied, reminiscing about that awful trial and his rape at Remy’s hands. Lord Springfield gripped her mug tighter before Sekh and Tris touched her shoulder. “Remy’s finished, right? She won’t pose a risk?” Lord Springfield nodded. “It isn’t much, but I hope Shuuta’s soul can rest a little easier.”
“Everyone who felt the displeasure of knowing that putrid incarnation of sin and vileness can sleep much easier knowing she’s gone.” Tris grinned at Lord Springfield’s words. Her expression reminded of a lion that had latched their fangs onto their prey. “Hmm? Are you curious about ?” asked Tris.
“I’d be lying if I said no. Are…you from the void? Remy said you’re a personified skill.”
“Affirmative.” Tris then summarized her history. First, she was part of [Hers Trisgistus] as [Biological AI], the ‘brain’ of the skill, who then beca [Tris, Fragnt of Wisdom] and [Tris, Beacon of Wisdom]. Before that, [Hers Trisgistus] had to be initialized by Tilde, the skill’s overseer. Or was she its Guardian? Protector? Tilde used to be an immortal fairy until she did this—that combined her life with Lord Springfield—and she beca mortal after evolving. Lord Springfield had then used [Confernt] to register Tilde within the world.
Only Lords can use it.
I inquired about that. “My answer would’ve been different if you had asked yesterday. I seriously thought I was responsible for unlocking it.”
“So, the Transcendent Dark Lord doesn’t exist?”
“Honestly? I don’t know.” Lord Springfield shrugged her shoulders and sipped her tea. “Tilde called that. Yet the specific title of [Transcendent Dark Lord] did not appear within Remy’s mories. It must exist. Tilde wouldn't lie to . I also received a title after the initialization. It’s unreadable, but that must be a hint or clue.”
“Anything else?” asked Tris. “We are allies, are we not? Comrades unified for a common goal. I cannot claim to tell you the unadulterated truth of everything, but now is your chance to satiate your curiosity.”
“I recall sothing about [Skyview] and [Deduction].” Tris snapped her fingers and showed …a live stream of the camp? Then it switched to us? I looked up. My motions reflected whatever I did.
“[Skyview] is what it says. It’s the ultimate ability in long-range reconnaissance. [Deduction] is a superior form of [Scan] that grants a detailed rundown about everything you wish to know about a target.”
“That ans—”
“Yes. It’s as you suspect. To put it into terms you would be familiar with… I am akin to a quantum computer. I gather and process information more efficiently than any other entity. I will continue to grow. To answer your underlying question, you and your team have been under constant surveillance since we t.”
“…”
I couldn’t believe it…
Did this really exist? The Dark Lord of Tyranny was one thing. An ancient Essence of Wrath and [Ti Magic] was another.
This?
This right here?
“It is as I said, Quella. Information is my specialty. Surprises are an ill-on in my line of work. Remy’s soul was cloaked in the void and hidden from , but that will not happen again, my lord. I’ve identified certain quirks within [Void Warp] amid my reverse engineering. These partitions unintentionally act as camouflage. [Skyview]’s passive scanning filters have been altered to first check for these void traces and pierce their veil if they are found. Generative knowledge is also being used to create possible algorithms other void abilities may use. While I cannot guarantee I have solved the problem for good, I can assure you that if we encounter another paradoxical tie to what we see and what appears on our map, I will make them visible. I do not take failure well."
“I know you don’t. Thank you for everything, Tris.”
“Hehe!” Tris bounced on her feet when Lord Springfield rubbed her head. I was still flabbergasted in silence.
“Get angry. Feel upset your privacy’s been violated. I will not apologize, however. Let it be known that voyeurism is not sothing I am interested in,” added Lord Springfield.
“I…” I didn’t know how to respond. This was an intrusion of privacy I'd never seen before.
“I could have kept this secret, Quella. I did not have to field your questions, yet here I am—revealing everything to soone who hates ruria as much as I do. This is my determination to see a stake driven through her cold heart. You're free to believe or disregard my words about [Skyview]. Just know that it will always be used.”
“So, we won’t have any privacy?”
“Your thoughts are your own. I cannot read minds or intercept telepathic links.”
“To assail your worries slightly, Quella, note that my evolution has increased the number of parallel subroutines I can have active. To put it more simply, I have processes that automatically analyze data as events occur in targeted locations. [Skyview] no longer desires my direct focus, but it will receive my full attention if it detects sothing concerning. I am watching, but I am not ‘always’ watching. A aningless conversation about food, for example, will not trigger my alerts unless the context revolves around poisoning or harming soone my lord cherishes.”
“What…about your mana?” I changed the subject—I just had to. “It feels like it’s encased in a vacuum. I can’t sense even the smallest trace.”
“[Status Cloak] is the answer you seek,” said Tris, who explained it to . “Simply put, using it will break the link between Soul Warrior and summoner. The Soul Warrior will no longer be detectable, although that is a side-effect of its primary use. That is, of course, altering the normally unmodifiable Status nu. It gives my lord two. One is public—the other is private. Anything within the public one is interpreted by the world to be genuine.”
“What happens if a Soul Warrior dies?”
“The mana is still traceable,” answered Lord Springfield. “Gloria arrived at Ria because the link was sharply and instantly severed after I assimilated Noelia.”
“So, you assimilated her, and [Status Cloak] prevented the connection from latching into you?” Lord Springfield nodded.
“Yes. If I used it on you and configured the proper settings, it would be as if you were never summoned. Rather, ruria would have no recourse but to think you were whisked away to the Spirit or Demon Realm.”
“It’s undetectable?”
Lord Springfield hesitated. “I want to say yes, but I cannot guarantee that rotting bitch doesn’t have a thod to pierce its camouflage.”
“Reverse engineering [Void Warp] has enabled to apply similar stealth chanics to improve [Status Cloak]. Think of it as ‘scrambling the algorithm’ every millisecond using a random vector generated from randomly selected variables given random numbers. I am not immune to mistakes, but I shall strive to never repeat the sa one twice. Oh, there is one thing. My lord, [Status Cloak] cladded your soul’s connection to her when you were weak. I can only assu it’s still 100% percent effective. Otherwise, the crude wench would’ve sent Remy after us far earlier.”
“You make a good point. Anyway, there you have it,” said Lord Springfield. She relaxed a little and ate a cookie. Her expression softened. “Anything else? Did I miss sothing? It is a lot to cover, so forgive if it’s not the easiest to follow.”
“It’s just… What are we to do? Is the next step to kill Gloria?”
“I’m not sure. She will die—do not get wrong—but the woman has uses. Yet she must be punished. Nothing is set in stone until I talk to Sera again.”
“Gloria will recognize us. I don’t have disguise spells.”
“I predicted this and have begun crafting one,” said Tris. “[Status Cloak] is preferable, but it is our most versatile ability. Evolving has removed the loyalty requirent, but I couldn't eliminate the user agreent pop-up. We trust you and your team. However, it is far too soon to inform them."
“You aren’t wrong. I…” I couldn’t help but look at Sekh. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight.
I’m sure she’s scowling at under that helt.
“lusine’s uncomfortable around Surtr. I’m certain she has theorized what she doesn’t want to co true. I now know why Tilde’s been adamant that the one who cursed lusine’s kingdom wasn’t a Lionfolk, but gaslighting has a limit. lusine still rembers it like it was yesterday.”
“…” Sekh kept quiet. Surtr did the sa.
“Ahh—I’m sorry, I didn’t an it like that.”
“Why apologize for the truth? It’s as you said. The Crystal Fairy’s worst experience still burns in her mind. I doubt the flas will fade. Words cannot extinguish them, but confrontation is not in the cards. Seeing my face will reinvigorate the nightmares.”
“We’re to travel together, so I’ll try to help. I don’t know how, but I’ll think of sothing. Thank you, Lord Springfield. It wasn’t easy to speak openly like this, was it?”
“It wasn’t. Only my closest allies and family know the truth. I don’t wish to regret this, Quella. We share a common goal—to see ruria pay for all the sins she’s cast upon us. Our conversation on the day of Niva’s surgery still resonates with . I don’t know how important it was to you, but it sharpened my resolve. Remy’s death added a glistening edge and manifested the essence of the revenge I've sought for so long.”
“I’ll be honest, Lord Springfield. I find it difficult to believe,” I said, admitting the truth. I clarified before she asked. “I…never believed in miracles. Still, the stories I loved to read always had them. They weren’t in every chapter, but miracles were always there. This isn’t a book, though. It’s reality. It’s life—our new normal. And I… For the longest ti, I thought life under ruria was all we would know. I did not think coming here could change the course of my destiny so much, but I’m glad we t. I’m glad I…didn’t kill myself. A miracle…really fell into my lap. Remy’s gone.”
“…”
“You know, I thought her to be unkillable. She was unpredictable and insane and even fought Lori and Ann to a standstill. They didn’t have their Soul Weapons, but they’re our strongest lee fighters. And her ti magic. I an, it’s manipulating ti! The stories I love had that as the ultimate class of magic. That's not getting into her warps. I always thought it was standard teleportation magic, but it being a void ability makes much more sense. So… I thought… I thought only a miracle could accomplish the impossible. Except why wish for one when they didn’t exist? Well, they do exist. Not in the form I thought, but… Ah, I’m sorry. It feels like rambling.”
“Don’t mind it.” Lord Springfield waved away my concern. I felt my cheeks blush from her soft smile. “I used to be the sa. Miracles aren’t given to you. You must fight for them. You must grasp them with your hands and kill all who try to deny them. You are in control of your fate, and no one but you can dictate your life’s future if you’re willing to put everything on the line.”
“That’s a unique perspective.”
“Unique or not, it’s the truth, Quella. Dawn isn’t far away, so try and get so rest.”
“Of course, Lord Springfield.” I stood and pushed in my chair. The chira and her allies saw off, and I quietly crept through the crowded tents Keeth had made until arriving at ours, located on the opposite end.
“Hey,” I whispered, pushing open the flap. “Are you still awake?”
“How could we sleep?” replied Greggie. He sat against a supporting post and hugged his sword and shield. Elly and Ami sat back to back near Mary and lusine. Keeth was busy focusing on further improving Niva’s new prosthetics. He turned away briefly from his work and rubbed his eyes, causing Elly to say he should take a break.
“Maybe you’re right. I… Ouch…” Keeth winced and rubbed his wrist.
“See? Too much is too bad. You’ve worked yourself raw building these tents from scratch. You need to rest your hands.” Elly crawled to him and retrieved lotion. He looked dejected as she rubbed his sore fingers, but I saw a small smile.
“What’s the plan?” asked Greggie, his voice slightly monotone.
“Remy wants to proceed with Lord Springfield and accompany her on her revenge,” I said, partly lying.
Is it a lie? It’s technically the truth in the loosest terms.
“Really? Wouldn’t she know who we are? Those guys with the quiet orb recognized us. They knew who we were, so marching into Dirge’s big city is a bad idea.”
“That’s a good point, Ami. Tris is devising a disguise spell. It’ll cast a strong illusion on us that even a High Elf cannot see.”
“…” Greggie shifted. Sothing was bothering him, so I pressed him. “Fine. It’s better to talk than keep it in. Quella, what the hell happened inside the Eagle Yew? A tree like that—one in healing—does not spontaneously burst into fla.”
“What are you—”
“Don’t bullshit us. What happened inside the Spiritual Grove? Be honest with us. Did a fight break out? We haven’t seen Remy at all. She’s the type to be all over this.”
“He—Hey, there’s no need—”
“I’m sorry, Elly. But sothing is wrong. Really—”
A flash of light interrupted Greggie as Remy—the one under Lord Springfield’s control—made her appearance. “Oh my Lord ruria… I thought your disgust only extended to your flabby stomach, but are you seriously trying to imply I’m the arsonist?”
“Can—”
“Shut up. Calm the bullshit bravado. You think you’re so hard, but where was that courage when you were getting your asses kicked? Seriously, this group is pathetic.”
“…”
“What? You have the stones to talk to your leader, but you're a quivering virgin when it’s ? Now, what the hell does that say about you? You wouldn’t last ten seconds in my bed.”
Suddenly, I saw floating lights. No one else acknowledged them, so the ssage originated from Tris. It was exclusive to my eyes.
Endure it, Quella. Do not do anything to interrupt the charade.
“Anyway, you have new orders.” Remy pointed at . “Assist Bouncyplain in destroying Hymn or whatever she wants and paint Holy Lord ruria in a glorious, auspiciously bright light that matches her exceptional luster. Would it help if I say that Dirge is a stain on the latrines of history? Oh, don’t worry about getting caught. That unsightly forest hybrid told her fuckable Lionfolk to devise an illusion spell, so you ain’t gotta fret about nothing.”
“Why did the Eagle—"
“Again… Again… Again… Eagle this… Yew that… You’re not an elf, so stop caring so much about it. If you must know, the Eagle Yew was at the end of its life. Its embers barely flickered, so it did what it had to survive. You’ve seen the red-eyed elf child. That’s the Eagle Yew reincarnated.”
“Then—”
Remy flashed and appeared behind Greggie. He turned, but she grabbed his neck and effortlessly lifted him with one hand like he was a toy. “Since you want to be brave, Greggie, I’ll return the sa energy. Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up.” She tossed him aside and warped to the room’s center, juggling four daggers like a circus clown.
“Greggie!” Ami cried his na and ran to his side after he landed with a heavy thud and quiet groan.
“You sad, pathetic whelps almost died to so bullshit. Don’t you guys know that your role is to be thrown against the grindstone to fulfill my glorious and beautiful Holy Lord’s wildest ambitions! You idiots can't perish here. Oh, stop that mutiny bullshit. Do not make force you to fall in line.” Remy glared and vanished her daggers before warping away. Greggie cursed her na under his breath.
That’s Remy, alright. The clone acts just like the real thing would.
“Greggie, I wanted to say sothing. Remy wouldn't let . You know how that bitch is. Those asinine rules. Those illogical…” I sighed. “I don’t even know what to call them.”
“No. It’s my fault. Look, I’m sorry. It’s been a long night for us, and I’m still on edge.” He sat and crossed his legs. “That’s not an excuse for losing my cool. I’m not the only one feeling this. It isn’t fair for you when we’re all hurting.”
“We can rest easy because Seraphina is here.”
“Does she know…about us?” asked Mary.
“Yes. It’s hard to explain. We’re not trusted, but she’s aware we fought for the village. That earned us so brownie points, yet…”
“Her suspicious gaze is still cast our way?” I nodded at lusine. “As such. We cannot fault her for that.”
“Lord Springfield vouched for us, so that helped. We can’t rest on our laurels. We… It’s a long road ahead of us—I’ll say it like that.”
“Why don’t we get so rest? A nap is better than nothing. The morning's almost here, so I don't know how well we'll sleep."
Mary had a good point. Our tent was just that—a tent. I found a spot near the north side and used my Soul Weapon as a makeshift pillow. Elly leaned against Keeth, Greggie held Ami, and Mary and lusine held hands while lying down.
I closed my eyes…
…and sleep didn’t co. How could it after hearing reality-shattering revelation after revelation? Besides, Tris was probably watching . Hell, she’d always been watching. I doubt we had a mont of privacy since we stepped into the village, so…
I should assu she’s heard every conversation.
My mind had a thousand things to ponder. It worked tirelessly to organize and categorize for easier understanding.
The world is unpredictable. Tris may be a quantum computer or sothing, but no one can accurately call the future with impeccable accuracy.
I couldn’t tell my team the truth, but that wasn't to say that couldn't change in the future. Lord Springfield had good reasons to be cautious since I agreed with her about her abilities. It would be best for the number of people aware of her --Tris's powers-- to be as small as possible.
We have an avenue to fight ruria… We aren’t powerless. The Dark Lord of Tyranny, the Essence of Wrath, a void skill personified… Hell, Remy’s body… If we add Lord Springfield and Seraphina... Is that enough to bridge the gap? I wonder if we can get Shiku. Maybe the twins? They’re always down for a challenge, so if they could test their ttle against Tokko, Mia, and ruria... They’d take it. Right?
More allies would help. Yet that ant revealing Lord Springfield’s void abilities, which was risky. It was almost paradoxical. We needed more allies. Who better than those with resentnt against ruria? Yet...to get them, the truth must be revealed. [Status Cloak] had to remain an ultimate secret. It was the only reason Lord Springfield could move without suspicion since it blocked her chirism from being detected.
If that got out…and the world knew about a thod to stop chiras from being detected…
Chaos.
Panic.
Widespread delirium.
It’d be like the witch hunts in the late 1600s. People would accuse their enemies of being chiras. Who cared if the result returned negative when that could be hidden? Bellerophon wouldn’t. They’d take the chance to improve their grip on the world and prove why they were needed more than ever.
That would be the best thing for them, wouldn’t it? I hadn’t involved myself with the organization, but it stunk of corruption.
I sighed and rolled over, curling into a ball.
Just rest your mind, Quella. Things are looking up for the first ti since…forever. It won’t always be like that, but… You can feel fine knowing your revenge has started…
Revenge…
Revenge…
Revenge…
That was what it all boiled down to… That was what Shuuta felt when…
Those flaming feelings…ward my heart. I almost felt giddy thinking how Remy suffered in her final monts.
I’m so fucked up, but I don’t care. Not anymore.
Gradually, slumber ca for . The emptiness of my dreams was more comforting than ever.
*****
*****
I stood from the chair after Quella left and sighed. “I wish it didn’t—”
“Hey, that’s enough apologizing, Mila.” Sekh took my hands in hers and rubbed them. That armor didn’t matter—I still felt her warmth. “This doesn’t trouble . It won’t be for long until I can shed it.”
“I know. I do. I…”
“Then please stop apologizing.”
“And now I’m being scolded…”
“Mm… Not so much a scolding as a gentle reminder.”
“Shall we return to the dical tent?” asked Tris. “Our patients aren’t awake, but your heart desires their close proximity.”
“That’s a good idea.” Sekh extended a hand for Tris, who happily took it. Hand-in-hand, we left the tent and traveled through an eerie quietness. Sera was still busy with Aetos, and Tris was analyzing their conversation for later use.
If needed, of course.
“Prim?” I whispered after gently pushing aside the flap.
The spirit sat by the wooden bed and rubbed Niva’s head, her face slightly contorted in pain. Lei sat on Tilde’s stomach.
“Lord Springfield, welco back. I’m sorry, but there hasn’t been any improvent. Are you finished with your talks?”
“Almost. Sera’s with Aetos.”
“The plan?”
“We’ll discuss it tomorrow, although I’m certain of our chosen path.”
Really, there’s only one viable choice for soone in our position.
“Don’t worry. They’ll wake up,” I said, sitting beside the bed. Sekh took Tilde’s left and cradled it between hers while Tris used a damp cloth to wipe away a few beads of sweat.
“Their biological data reports nothing to worry about. Give it ti, Primrose. Your worried heart must rest since too much anxiousness can be detrintal.”
“I know that, Tris. I… Lord Springfield?”
“Yes?” Primrose shivered. She probably felt weak, useless, and helpless, but she wasn’t.
She really wasn’t.
“I…”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it. I hugged Primrose and let her cry in my arms. The tears were half and half between sadness and happiness, with perhaps a bit of relief thrown in. The past few hours had been traumatic for all of us, but maybe Primrose was the most affected by it.
She’s about to arrive, my lord.
“Hello? Mila? Are you in there?” A voice echoed right on ti.
“You can co in, Sera.” I looked at the entrance as Sera slowly entered, her steps small and cautious. “Did you talk with him?”
Sera nodded. “Yes.”
“Say everything you wanted?”
“I did. No—we did. We saw it from each other perspectives and made up. Lord Aetos is comforting a child who has woken from a nightmare. So, I thought I’d visit you. Are these…”
“They are. That’s Niva, she’s Tilde, and you have Lord Aetos’s daughter, Primrose.”
Primrose made her introduction with a nervous breath. Sera did the sa and sat beside her. She wanted to know more about Niva and Tilde, so I did just that—speaking endlessly about them until morning arrived.
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