Darius had never been one to believe in the old parchment, revered almost like divine scripture. But that had changed.
Bianca hadn't merely given him Zen. The daughter of Nocturne knew exactly how to play her cards.
Just as Darius was plotting how to keep her away from Xion, she'd waltzed into his study with a bundle of research letters.
It was proof of just how far she was willing to go.
Only she knew what it cost to secure them from the southern guild.
The letters claimed that the angel Misaki Mei had been sent to this world to preserve life.
And she did exactly that. Everyone was aware that she fought the Orcs.
She devised a way for commoners to wield mana through crystals. And all the while, she tended to the poor and the sick without asking for anything in return.
She reminded him so much of his Xion. And that, more than anything, unsettled Darius.
Why? Because buried among the records was a darker truth.
