"Once we find a way out of here, we'll know where we want to go. And where we shouldn't. I don't think you'd want to take a route like this again either."
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A Story about...
The man states in a powerful, booming voice. Llanera blinks timidly, both confused and utterly lost in words.
"...What?"
He asks, barely a whisper. The man sat Infront of him with his back facing the boy sighs as he slightly turned his head to the direction of where the boy was. Though he didn't seem interested in the sight of the boy, merely leaning back and puffing a cloud of smoke out of his mouth from his cigar.
"You heard me," The man says as he sets his cigar down on the desk Infront of him, "And have you heard of a Maharlikan who made a living talking to ghosts for the rest of his life?"
Begrudgingly, Llanera nods as he tilts his head downwards. As if he could see Llanera doing such an act, the man hums and smoke fumes from the side of his lips.
"N... No, I haven't-"
"So you must understand what I have just told you, Llanera."
Llanera purses his lips at the sudden statement. No, it's not true, just because he doesn't have magic that makes him stronger like other Maharlikans doesn't mean he isn't one. He's still a country master just like the rest of his siblings...
... Right?
The man sighs one last time before gesturing to the open door with his cigarette.
"If that's all you wish to tell me, then you can leave whenever you like. I prefer it much more if you leave now."
Llanera grits his teeth and without any hesitation, bolts outside of the room, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
