Let us now return to the present time.
This discussion about the past of the Grave family could well have lasted half an hour. Half an hour in which the Hero had remained silent, not saying a word, attentive to this story.
Something was troubling him but he didn't know what. He furtively put this question in a corner of his mind.
It was probably just a coincidence...
And anyway, he didn't have the time to give to vulgar suppositions based on his instinct, there was more important for the moment with this story of sect.
- This is the promise I made to myself," said Lelelitio.
- So for the rest of the years until now you have been training? asked the Hero.
- We trained hard for six years to get to the level we are now. The rest of the years we came back to the Nether and then we found out what was going on there and we told the queen but she hasn't done anything about it until now.
- I think the divergent factions in the kingdom are still there, especially with this cult thing that has to be taken with a grain of salt. Anyway, it was a pretty long story.
- You didn't seem to mind.
- No, I like stories. But now I've been able to confirm one thing.
- What?
- She doesn't have to get her hands dirty, and won't anyway.
The Hero got up and went into the cellar. Hearing this long story about their miserable lives in this miserable place in this miserable period of the Earth's history had made him feel good.
Arrived in the antechamber of the basement, he found Malalalivia sitting on a table with one of the children of the orphanage in a corner of a room, he touched her shoulder to warn her of his presence.
- What are you doing here?
- I come to take over.
- I'm doing well, though.
- Really? What has he told you since we've been here?
She thought for a few seconds before declaring.
- Nothing... but it happens!
- Don't worry. I don't blame you for not getting any answers from him. Do you have any bandages?
- Yes in the cupboard just there, answered Malalalivia dubious.
The Hero took a scroll and used it to wrap it around his hands and forearms, then walked to the door and stopped in front of it.
- You know Lelelitio told me the story of your lives.
- And? Are you going to take pity on us?" she asked him with a smile of irritation.
- Yes, because you don't have a hard life. At least like most people on the outside. Your case is not so special, I went through similar things not so long ago, so I understand your annoyance at your impotence to solve this problem we face. In my eyes, you're no longer a greluche who admires incompetents but just a utopian idiot.
- And I have to take it well?
- I don't know. Anyway, it was to tell you that you were a wonderful person.
That last sentence made the fairy blush. Lelelitio may have described her as an incredibly brave person, but she was still shy. And it had been a long time since anyone had complimented her.
- It's because you're a wonderful person that you won't get anything out of Beneltig. You're far too nice, and so that you don't go to extremes, I'm taking over.
- Right?
The Hero entered the room where his protégée's lover was and locked the door. Without anyone noticing, the Hero had taken the key to the cellar and locked himself in with Beneltig.
As suspected, he had no injuries. The fairy Malalalivia had been far too gentle with him. It was even possible that she had taken pity on him and intended to free him without having obtained anything. He understood that the princess was this kind of person. But he whose soul resided in the abyss of evil and suffering, he had gone too far to come back so he might as well take care of him properly.
Beneltig noticed the presence of the Hero and was, for the first time in his life, delighted to see him.
- You have come!" he cried, "Did Princess send you to save me?
- Of course not. Are you stupid or what? You've just been kidnapped.
- You mean...
- I'm with the scoundrels who kidnapped you," he said, winking at her.
- But it's not possible! he despaired, screaming his dismay, you scoundrel! Bloody human demon of shit! The queen should have killed you when she brought the lightning down on you!
- She would have made an infanticide.
A word Franca slipped into the Hero's sentence unintentionally.
- Right?
- Let it go. Or are you done insulting me? Cause it's about time you started talking, we don't have much time. So either tell me what you know about the witch Marrynelia's worshippers, or...
The hero picked up a stone and threw it at the rope that tied the fairy's feet, cutting it and making him fall miserably to the ground. He took a string and put the key around his neck.
- ... or you're stupid enough to think you can beat me, get the key and get away, he offered.
- Really?
- Really. Betraying the men in red robes and hoping that the princess behind the door and I can stop them before they learn of your betrayal and kill or have you beaten to death by me and Tarkus.
- Is he here?
- Yes, I do. So take your pick because I'm going to have fun with you like a punching bag.
The Hero rushed towards him and gave him a violent blow in the abdomen that put him directly on the ground and cut off his breath.
- Hurry up and come back to you, we've just started," said the Hero with the utmost seriousness.
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With her pen dried up with ink, the Fairy dipped it back into her inkwell so she could continue writing on the sheet of paper in front of her, answering the questions in her evaluation with little interest. Her father was pressuring her to get excellent grades, knowing how lazy his daughter was despite her great potential, except that the Fairy dreamed of freedom and escaping all the pressure that was on her shoulders - pressure that was growing with every step she took in the tournament.
The more time passed, the more she wondered if it was worth it to be queen.
No! No! No! Focus, girl. If the queen gave me the opportunity to succeed her, it's so that I could succeed and become a true fairy.
When the class was over, she sat staring out the window at the expanse of the kingdom she would be leading.
She was still a child and she would have the lives of hundreds of thousands and even millions of people in her hands, swearing to ensure their peace and serenity until the next queen.
And she could not abdicate, except in the case of a coup d'état. The case of the queen was truly exceptional, it was unthinkable to even imagine that the advisors and ministers would have agreed to believe in a prediction - even if it came from the greatest oracle in the kingdom and whose predictions were always right - to allow the queen to abandon her role.
It was really strange.
The Fairy was brought out of her thoughts by the nicknames the other students were using to taunt her behind her back, what was new was the Hero. She was no longer disgusting not only because she was wingless, but she had teamed up with one of those filthy humans who enjoyed enslaving them and using them as commodities.
She ignored them.
It is not the coming or not coming that would have changed anything in his situation.
Then she wondered where he could be: in two days was going to be the day of his fight, if he didn't show up, she will be disqualified. But well, he had never been absent during a confrontation so there was nothing to worry about, unlike Beneltig, he at least showed up at the appointment they had set. It must have been his trainings with Sawyer or his "appointments" with the queen that took him time, otherwise he would have given him news.
Besides, she had to invite him to a nightly picnic with his friends since this day was a special day.
It had to be said that she also thought he was spending a little too much time with the queen.
Jealous?
She?
Seriously, it's been a long time since we made this one!
You can ask your friends if they are jealous, you can see the answers you could get!
Last week alone...
And anyway, it's not like he was going to stay in the kingdom all his life. He was just passing through...
She then cleared her mind, letting it wander to less heady concerns. She shuffled her arms, playing with her pen by turning it from the bottom into her mouth.
The course was boring in itself, they were reminded of the classification of magics by level and by class: from level 0 to level 13 for conventional magics, level 14 and 15 are magics that are far too powerful, even downright dangerous, forbidden or cursed, to be learned in conventional schools. If we take the example of the kingdom of Sylvania, you have to be an archmage to be able to access this knowledge, or else you have to be really in search of knowledge and go on an adventure to discover how to handle these magics or spells. Levels 14 and 15 are classified in the so-called supreme and ancestral magics - which is sometimes confused with the primordial one, although it is the first class of magic. The others share the magic classes which are, in ascending order: primordial, simple and complex.
An example to differentiate them:
The primordial allows the growth of a seed but it stops there.
The simple one allows the growth of this seed.
The complex allows the growth, the growth and the reinforcement of the plant resulting from the seed.
This is the most recurrent example used by Sylvania's Fairy professors when it comes to magic, it's a bit skewed and very vulgarized, especially since there are subcategories in these classes, but it allows students to visualize well.
However, as said earlier, the Fairy had already understood that. So she was bored. She wasn't a genius, she just worked harder and had a better memory than the other fairies.
She would have liked to have trained in a new magic of choice, because apart from creating shields and solid platforms with her magic, she didn't have anything to do with her kind of girl: making flowers bloom into a throne (Walinseta's power), seeing the future (Thoosa's power of fire), building muscle - to be athletic, not body-built (Tes'a's power)... and many more. She made solid "objects" in magic, which gave her a predominance to the manipulation of pure magic - that is, wielding mgie itself to make it become something of our world, the difference with magic, said more common, is that she wields nature to be used: gather cumulonimbus clouds to make lightning fall, not make lightning that springs directly from her magic from the essence of magic itself. This is good, it puts her above others, which breeds even more jealousy and resentment towards her as people continued to peddle her non-legitimacy to be a fairy, especially a princess. Life gave her gifts that she hardly has anything to do, she just wants to be loved by everyone.
Even this story of being the fairy of the legend, which she didn't really believe in, although the queen maintained that it was true and that she had seen the Hero at work, she didn't want it. Why be the fairy of legend? So that she would be even more reviled by her own people?
Yes, it was selfish to want to be queen just to get wings, but if that was the only way, why would she deny herself? As if Mananélia had anything planned for the future of this country. There was this fairy of the Underworld who was struggling to bring order and reason back to this kingdom and who cared about her own in the depths of this kingdom, but what did she care? That's the way it's always been. It is in the order of things that there are weak and strong, the duty of the strong was to protect them, and the weak were simply asked to live humbly without making waves. If she did, it was because she had faith in the queen's promise, otherwise... she would be harassed by the other fairies like the other wingless.
Why seek to break the established order?
She was lucky enough to have at least two people in her life who wanted her.
As for the rumors that the Hero had a crush on her, she didn't believe a word of it. He was far too obsessed with his revenge to give a girl any time. Chasing after her mother's killer. It was nice of him to replace Beneltig, she wasn't going to take up any more of his time.
In the end, he too sought to fight the chains that embraced him, those that made him the hero of the legend.
Perhaps it was the ambition of the poor to fight their destiny, perhaps because of a lack of education? Perhaps they didn't have enough knowledge to realize the futility of their struggle.
No, it's wrong to think like that! What's wrong with me? I myself am not noble.
It's good to recognize it, it's not like some noblemen who think they are above the others because of their status when they risk ending up six feet under eating Kartenzias by the root because they were tricked by the machiavellian plan of a kid who never knew wealth.
Yes, I am talking about you, Beneltig!
Selfish, jealous, envious, maybe also narcissistic... She didn't think she had so many flaws.
In the end, thinking instead of taking the course was a bad idea.
So we might as well wait until we can get out and practice ball repelling or play with Mina and the others, but even more so see the Hero learn to be flexible. It was hilarious!
She wondered when she would see him making improbable moves again.
The metamorphosis of a brick into a somewhat pliable living being, she scoffed, from golem to... what could be slightly less graceful than a human?
Then came the announcement that the next teacher was absent. They were therefore free for the rest of the day, but for the candidates still competing in the tournament, they still had to continue to study for the final and be presentable that day.
They all went out.
The Fairy waited a few moments until she was not in contact with any of them to avoid further humiliation and a new treatment as a plague victim.
Once they were all out, she left the room. And out of the corner of her eye, she saw two shadows, a short, stocky one and a tall, lanky one. The light played in their disadvantage because in this corridor, there was only the light of the window of the bottom which illuminated them.
The big shadow lowered itself towards the stubby one then this one came in the direction of the Fairy, this one had a step of retreat, then once illuminated with the light of the sky, the shadow revealed itself to be a goblin of its "age".
- Hi Princess, there's my friend behind me who wants to know if you were free these days to chat.
- Well, tell your friend to introduce himself. Maybe in the time of our ancestors, it was the norm, but now it is time to evolve, she spat at him with a disdainful air.
The Fairy was suspicious of this person hiding in the shadows. There was no denying the possibility that it was one of the other fairy princesses who sent an assassin to attack her again.
- But... said the little elf.
- Leave it," said the shadow behind him, "she's right. I should introduce myself more properly.
Then the stranger came out of the darkness and revealed himself to the Fairy. He was tall, immense even - compared to the Fairy, he was just one meter ninety, which is not common among humans, but in the fantasy world, it's nothing... it plays.
She recognized him at once: it was the vampire, the ex-champion of Camelia, Lucello Ficas. Why was he waiting for her? Contrary to what one might say, he was well dressed, had an upright posture and seemed dignified - which was common to all vampires - and yet she found him ugly, thin as a phasma and with some skin problems.
- To what do I owe the visit of Camellia's lover?" asked the Fairy, always on her guard.
- We haven't been together for a long time. If I come to see you, it's because you interest me.
- Are you interested in me?
- Yes, I'm not like those losers who see you as a waste because of the pair of wings you lack. You have a sumptuous beauty that can't leave any man indifferent, and a shape that is completely desirable. You must make your female counterparts jealous.
- Really? You think so? said the blushing Fairy.
- If I tell you.
- But I have... I have... already a lover...
- That clown? exclaimed the vampire, everyone knows that he doesn't care about you, that he's fooling around with other girls while he's got a rare gem on his hands. If he cares so much about you, why am I waiting for you at the end of your classes? He can't say it's because this place is only accessible to princesses since champions, ex-champion in his case, and their friends can come.
- It's true...
The vampire held out his hand containing a communication shell.
- I know princesses are busy, even in their spare time, so connect it to yours so we can talk later tonight.
At first she was reluctant. She knew the man's reputation: a womanizer who steals young girls' virginity by grabbing their hearts, but the Hero had shown her otherwise, so why not give him a chance? She finally agreed and connected him to her shell with a magical link.
- Excellent. We can talk tonight.
- If I want to answer you.
- I'm sure you will.
And just as the vampire wanted to continue the conversation, two voices well known to the Fairy approached from the corner of the hallway, and they were laughing out loud. And they turned and to the Fairy's surprise, she saw Mina arriving with the Hero who was dressed in the clothes she had bought for him. She squealed with delight and threw herself at the two of them - greeting them as she went - before grabbing the Hero by the cheek and shaking him in all directions.
- Where have you been all this time?" asked the Fairy, "I've tried to call you countless times and you've never answered me.
- But the trick you gave me works even more! defended the Hero with his mouth taken by the girl.
- Did you recharge it?" asked Mina.
- Well, electricity doesn't seem to work on stone.
The two girls slapped their faces.
- It doesn't work like the holophones your things do too...
- You have to recharge them with magic!" the two girls shouted at him.
- And how do I do it?
- Oh yes... It's true that Mr. Hero is incapable of producing an ounce of magic. In your adventure video games, you would be the kind of person who puts everything into strength and stamina and nothing into intellect to produce magic.
- First of all, these are video games categorized as role-playing games," said the Hero, who removed the Fairy's hand from his cheek and mouth, "and moreover, contrary to what you think, I'm not as tough as you think, and I'll add that your father said I was smarter than you.
- IT'S WRONG!
- Prove it, he said proudly.
The Fairy turned to Mina begging for her help.
- But say something!
The dwarf looks away.
- Then... well... why do we have to talk about this stuff?
- MINA!
The Hero laughs more and more.
Much of what he said was wrong.
How could one not know how the stones and shells of Belazur work when one has traveled all over Franca's territory? The stones were untraceable and perhaps that's why she had given them to him in the first place, so that he wouldn't have any problems in case his enemies wanted to learn about the link between the two of them, but the shells, which are more common among civilians, were totally traceable for the less sophisticated ones, and of those that the Hero had in the kingdom, none of them provided him with total anonymity, which is why he hadn't asked her to change the device.
And keeping the stone allowed him this excuse, lame yes, but very practical since he could not confess to her the operation they had been conducting for a few days. If he brought it, recharged, Beneltig could take advantage of it to call I don't know who and shout for help.
Nevertheless, since he had arrived, he felt an uneasiness that was more or less familiar to him, he directed his gaze towards the two men who were behind the Fairy. He saw Lucello and his companion.
He whispered to the Fairy:
- Is this your big brother?
- Of course not, I only have a little brother. You can see that he doesn't have wings or pointy ears like mine.
- Oh, okay. Wait a minute. What do you mean you have a grandbrother?
- Well, he's my mom and dad's son. But he's in boarding school at one of the two royal diplomatic schools to become an official, so it's rare that you see him and anyway he's a rambunctious and boring boy.
- So you know them?
- Yes, he is Camellia's former lover. The one you fell in love with while she's doing the four hundredths with every boy she meets.
- I have not fallen in love with this fairy," rectified the Hero, "but you should stop judging people. Remember your own condition.
- It's... it's true," she said with her head down.
- It is nothing, says the Hero while caressing his head, besides you play with her your tiring sport there. And I'll always be mad at you for making me miss my shot.
He didn't mean it.
He just wanted to annoy her.
But this discussion hadn't given him much information about the person standing behind her. Just seeing him gave him the creeps, not for his beauty or anything so superficial, but something he hadn't felt in months. He didn't know what, but this guy was not clean. Not clean at all.
But if he had talked with his protégée and nothing had happened to him, he might as well introduce himself. After all, many people must have felt the same way about him - but then, it was rare to be able to scare the hero of the legend like that.
He had a guess. If it turned out to be true: Sylvania would not come out unscathed. So he asked the Fairy if she had felt anything when she touched him. She shook her head in refusal. At least that had made it clear that she was not - yet - the fairy of the legend - the moment she would have said yes, queen's ban or not, he would have called on Ymir to slit her jugular without warning.
He then approached the vampire without fear, false smile on his lips and held out his hand and greeted him, introducing himself, and the vampire returned it. He also greeted the dwarf calling him by the title of "future of the royal guard". It was on this occasion that the Hero learned that Mina was a ward among the royal guards.
Then the two men, looking each other straight in the eyes, the Hero perceived in his eyes... he perceived nothing. It was a deep blackness as if the abyss inhabited it. He was not of this world. This guy was way too scary to be in his presence.
The Hero tore his hand from his embrace, took a step back, the smile of this vampire terrified him. He forgot all the decorum he had to show to the people of this kingdom and charged at him until he threw him through the window behind him.
The Fairy ran after him and shouted in his ears but the sounds did not reach his eardrums, he was traumatized to have been in the presence of this Lucello. With a blank stare, perspiration building up on his body, his legs flailing, he finally collapsed to his knees on the floor. After a few minutes, the sounds came back to him.
- But what's happening to you?" asked the Fairy.
- Did you see his eyes?" said the Hero, his voice trembling.
- Yes, what's wrong with her eyes?
- I've crossed paths with lots of creatures, lots of monsters and faeries, and there's one thing that has never crossed my path. Black eyes.
- What are you talking about? What are you talking about?" said Mina, "No living being has black eyes.
- Yet he had some, the Hero assured them, I will show you.
He got up like an arrow and was about to jump out of the window but did not see the vampire's body, it had simply flown away. No wonder if he was facing daylight, however they did not fear magic or artificial light, they only fear ultraviolet light. If he was really dead, of course he would have to answer for his actions but he would have to see a mound of dust and it is definitely not the fall that will kill an undead, except that he was really dead.
Now there was only one witness left, the friend of this Lucello, but this one too had evaporated, as if by magic.
Am I going crazy or what? said the Hero.
Not even Nemesis had put him in such a state. No Nemesis had put him in such a state.
If he is not in his quest, he had no desire to cross his path again.
- I think it's time for you to get some rest," said the Fairy, "I think Sawyer's training is getting to you. Can you imagine if he was a regular guy, he'd be crashing like a pancake just because you had a fit. Because of you, I have to apologize to him.
- I'd rather you didn't talk to him," said the Hero.
- And why is that?
- This guy... this guy is too shady.
- Roooh stop, you've exchanged a look you've lost your mind.
- I agree with the Human-With-No-Name," Mina interjected, "I don't trust this guy. His reputation goes way beyond the fact that he likes women.
- You're not going to get into it. If I tell you that he is friendly. You should rest too Mina, your training with the royal guard is tiring you.
- What are you talking about? I've been on break for a month because of the tournament. The guards had to reinforce the important places.
- Well, I don't know, but in any case, rest!
The Fairy went away furiously, followed by Mina, then she turned around and shouted to the Hero.
- Tomorrow night, come under Java-Aleim.
- Why?
- Come on, that's it.
"Tomorrow night", she's good at throwing out orders like that but the day after tomorrow, I have a match.
The Hero stood still for a few minutes, thinking about what had just happened. There was no indication that this was the Nemesis, the queen had said that there were many people who could match the hero of the legend in terms of raw power and strength. But he had not faced him. In one look, this strange guy had made him incredibly uncomfortable. His reaction might have seemed excessive, but it was as if his body had reacted to a very great threat, as if after many past experiences he had come to defend himself against that threat instinctively.
Who was this vampire?
Suddenly he felt a hand holding his shoulder, he threw himself backwards and wanted to take a weapon from his back pocket by instinct but he didn't have one, he stayed in the same position facing... Helmir.
It took him a few seconds to recognize her, but that didn't change the fact that she might be the vampire who had changed her appearance, so he still had his doubts about who she might be.
- What's happening to you?" Helmir asked him, worried, "It's me.
He threw himself on her and was going to check if she was who she claimed to be. He plunged his scarlet eye into hers and scanned for several minutes before confirming that she was not the vampire. She pushed him away and stood up, removing the dust from her body.
- What the hell is wrong with you? What vampire are you talking about?
- I just ran into a vampire and I swear he gave me a cold sweat.
- To you? Not possible, Helmir refused to believe.
- If I tell you!" he said.
- So I would like to see it, because scaring the Eight-Hour Couch that terrorizes all of Franca and beyond is exceptional!
- You can imagine that few things can scare the hero of the legend.
At this announcement, the night elf regained his seriousness and his eyes became alert.
- Is it really him?" asked Helmir.
- I don't know. If it was him, I would have recognized him by his voice.
- But you told me that there were several Nemesis," Helmir reminded him, "so it could be another one, and that would be like the day you confronted the queen.
- I know," said the Hero, "but the strongest Nemesis is not here. He is far, far away in Franca and that bastard never modulated his voice to talk to me and never changed his appearance... In fact, I don't know if he is capable but if he wanted to, he could storm here with his whole army. And honestly, before I got scared, I didn't perceive a power equal to mine. He can't be Nemesis Prime. Nemesis Prime is my mother's killer and he is nothing like her.
- What if it was the Evil One?
- No way! It's even unthinkable that it's him. The Evil One is locked up and he needs my blood and that of the fairy from the legend to free himself.
- How do you know that?
- Memories of previous heroes.
- The so-called memories that you have trouble accessing since you became the hero.
- Ugh! I do the best I can.
- There's nothing to worry about, she reassured her, I'm not judging you. It's just funny that you refer to them when you usually abhor them.
- Yeah. I know. But I have to if it's one of the hero's natural enemies, I don't want him... you to get caught in the line of my fate, that's all.
Helmir really enjoyed seeing him like this. He was humanizing himself and opening up to others, whereas before coming here he had always kept to himself, mechanically carrying out his big brother's orders, although on certain occasions with her and Berle. If these stories of heroes, fairies and Nemesis could be removed from his life, it would be even better, in his humble opinion... But the heavy burden on his back weighed as much as a crown, or even more since it was on the scale of the whole planet.
- If Princess was really the fairy of the legend, she would have sensed danger from this guy, so maybe she's not destined to take over the throne since..., the Hero continued.
- You're overthinking this," Helmir cut him off, "it's just a vampire who tried to hypnotize you, nothing more. But you've met vampires before.
- Yes..., said the Hero hesitantly.
- Then you know their power. I'm sure you're worrying about nothing.
- You're probably right. But if not, what are you doing here?
- Uh... is it true what I'm doing here?
- I know you know why you're here," said the Hero with an imperceptible smirk, "you're far too serious to have forgotten.
- You know me a little too well, young man, she retorted, but yes, I'm here to tell you that the queen wants a report on your tracking of the sect in recent days.
- She could have called me.
- If your Belazur stone was working, it surely would have done so and would not have called me with its waves. It gives me an excruciating headache every time.
- But it is discharged.
Helmir slapped his forehead at the boy's idiocy. With all the magic, he was like a newborn who had to be taught everything.
- Well, buy batteries, stupid, since you can't recharge them yourself.
- Really? Is there such a thing?
- Yes..., she sighed, I'll show you later. Don't keep His Majesty waiting.
- Yes, yes it is true.
He ran off and then, like the Fairy earlier, retraced his steps.
- Helmir, by the way, are you okay?
- Euh yes why? asked the elf surprised by his question.
- I don't know, it sounds like you're sad.
- No. Just a little tired. With all that's going on in the kingdom and outside.
- All right. Get some rest, huh. And if I have time, we'll have to go to lunch together sometime.
- Normally, we say if you have time.
- Roh! It's the same thing. Anyway, your haircut looks good today. See you later.
And the Hero ran back to the castle.
Helmir scratched his cheek, removed his wig and wiped a tear from his eye.
Later that evening, as she was finishing her study assignments, the Fairy received a call on her communication shell. It was rather late for it to be Mina or another of her friends calling her, and if it was the Hero, he would have called into his communication stone.
Maybe I could ask to buy her a communication shell, stones are really cheap stuff.
She took his shell and stuck it against her ear.
- Sinow ?
The "allo" of the Fairylanders of Europea - and still, some thought they were subversive by inventing other words to replace it. Personally, I cut off communication when it was these degenerates.
- Sinow! It's Lucello.
Ah. Him...
- Hi! How are you? I hope you don't mind too much that my champion threw you out the window. I mean, I'm sorry.
- You don't have to apologize. After his life in the wastelands of Franca, he has to be wary of anything strange and I think I went too far in the teasing. I played a little trick on him that I don't think he appreciated.
- We saw that," laughed the Fairy, "I think he didn't understand that you were a vampire, that's why he didn't get suspicious...," explained the wingless princess.
- Oh, so I will be a source of danger for you? said the vampire with an amused tone.
- It's not my fault that your reputation precedes you," the Fairy retorted in the same tone.
And so their conversation lasted all night long, telling each other about social events, their respective lives, each other's problems and the humor of this Lucello was having an effect on the girl, making her laugh at each of his humorous lines. Then she fell asleep from exhaustion on her desk. At the other end of the magic "wire", Lucello couldn't suppress a little :
- One thing done.
Before cutting the communication.