Demon King, my Son. Live for yourself.
Forgive me, My ALL Powerful Heaven has consumed me.
Do not walk the path of fighting, understand, and rise, my Son.
I love you.
"Congratulations."
Isabella cum Sadina, mother-cum-daughter, deeply lowered the fencing blade onto my head, blessing me in an unfashionable knighthood.
"You stood my test." Sadina, her eyes, became ferocious, resembling that of a dragon.
And her blade began to omit fires depicting Isabella's will. The blade seemed to be friends with Rosalind's magic, and that's why it denied its impact on my body. It frisked over to bless me instead of cutting me.
[Tracy: Rockwood was The Great Duke Bigcoc's sitstar's, ehem, sister's son. It won't attack its own blood.]
