One was older than the other by a year, he reminded himself. The ladies had a calm demeanour, they were as fearless as Ludwig but much more mature than the male.
“Without further ado, I came because– ,“ Anastasius began but soon a female’s voice cut him off fearlessly.
“To find out how the people here live warmly and how we happened to get such material, correct?” The lady in violet dress addressed.
“Y-yes” He stuttered his response, still astonished.
The two sisters exchanged glances before a determined look conquered their calm face. “We will tell but the prince has to promise us that this should remain here no matter what,” the younger sister, Ella demanded.
Anastasius covered his face with his hand, a low chuckle produced after. He came back to his calm demeanour, wielding the same determination. “Enlighten me. Don’t worry, this will not leave this very room,” the prince’s amber eyes revealed a swift glow as he reassured them.
[Glowing eyes?!] Stunning the three young elites with the thought. Eyes that glowed means an individual has magic ability. A slam on the table was made by Ella, closing the gap between her face and the prince’s. This caused a reflex on Ludwig’s body as he pulled the young lady away by her wrist from his master with force, causing her to welp in pain. Anastasius grabbed Walter’s wrist, stopping him from hurting the lady any further. The strong hand left the lady’s wrist.
“It’s alright.” he reaffirmed.
“Magic was believed to be a forgotten element,” he continued.
“Y-yes.” Ella quietly agreed while rubbing her bruised wrist.
Emma sighed upon her sister’s misbehaviour.
“Please forgive my sister for her discourtesy, your highness-“ she was stopped by a hand raised by the prince.
“Like I said. It is alright. Now, fill me in with the information I expect you to have,” he said in a cold, calm manner.
Emma gazed straight. Recollected her composure. “Under this very estate has a field of particular breed of plant.”
'MONSTER! RUTHLESS! CALAMITY!' Those were the cries displayed from the horrid eyes of the people. The unmendable damage has caused endless growth of undying animosity towards the cursed blood that flows within his veins. Everything's broken, the people has suffered for so long in this never-ending winter.
Death was the only warmth they could embrace. Frozen land with no light to shine on. Will this land remain hollow as its future?
Will the monster's offspring able to patch back the broken pieces.
Will the shadow of his father torment him?
Is there a chance for redemption?
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