Love is something that neither Cale nor Athanasia thought they'd found.
Cale gazes over the burning city. This was the very thing that happened at the end of Lovely Princess.
A dead Athanasia.
A suffering Claude.
A burning City.
Cale places his children beside their mother.
"Raon."
"Yes, Human?"
"No matter what happens... do not abandon your siblings."
Raon, who had complete faith in Cale's decision, responded, "OK. Leave my siblings to me!"
[CLAUDE'S POV]
He takes a step to the ground and looks at the person standing in front of him.
"Claude De Alger Obelia."
"Anastacius De Alger Obelia."
Both brothers locked gazes on each other, powerful mana clashing between them. Claude looks at Jennette, who has gone unconscious after assimilating black magic.
"You are always such an insecure pest, aren't you?" Claude sneers..
He was caught off-guard the first time; it won't happen again!
Not when behind him is the palace where his daughter rests.
"To the point, you created a failure."
Claude was finally able to cast off the Black Magic he had cast on himself thanks to the World Tree. The wench's ability is to amplify his black magic.
"How absurd."
They are truly brothers. They treat their children as if they are scraps, but they later regret it.
If I continued to be that kind of father...
"I would have killed you the moment you treated Athanasia like that," Cale Henituse said.
The redhead who usually looked like a saint and kind man, had the depression worse than a devil. His wounds has yet to heal but his Black uniform made it impossible to see.
[NO ONE'S POV]
The burning city continued to crackle. Cale slowly rose into the air to level himself to Anastacius.
—are you sacrificing yourself?
Cale who never thought he'd willingly do this after ll these years look around.
Athanasia's gaze when she came here played inside his head.
She wants to go back, she misses her home, yet, no one gave her a place to call home.
"I am not a saint or a god." Cale spoke, "but I am not someone who would ignore the tears of my family."
—are you sacrificing yourself?
"Yes..." The entire land crumbles. Boulders continued to form into spears.
Startled at the stillness of his words, were broken by the loud black mana that aptly spoken domination.
The city that once bustled in fanfare pondered, weak and weary, on a midnight dreary. Children stood up and looked around over many quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore, women cowered as they prayed, and men gritted their teeth.
People gave in to the sounds of napping and tapping on the chamber doors.
"There will never be another sunrise."
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Brazenness Tames the Workaholic Trash
FanfictionA Korean woman transmigrated into the world of WMMP but not only that! She was born as the Daughter of the Obelian Emperor, she wasn't given love and care. On the night before her debutante, she fled from Obelia and came to the Rowoon Empire where t...
