Chapitre 80: Unnamed
[Aria Freycliff
Freycliff Familia
(Hidden: Race: God-Blood)
Level 0 -> 1
STR: 0-I END: 0-I
DEX: 0-I AGI: 0-I
MAG: 25-I
Skills:
Developmental Skills:
Magic:
Bonded: Jūr]
Lumas' eyes trailed towards the small 'snake' wrapped around Aria's finger taking the majority of her finger up until the tip of the finger and he could only let out a sigh, recently everything just seemed to fly by… day after day the problems kept adding up and he just felt tired…
Turning his gaze towards Ais then back towards Aria, a softness that couldn't be easily described descended onto his face while slowly fading away…
Sebas was rushing about organizing the troops, checking supplies, drawing up supply and fall back routes… he was drawing up the war plan to assure there would be no room for failure.
"Ayra, begin heading to villages along the path, recruit anyone that-", "That won't be necessary…" Lumas appeared cutting Sebas' words short, everyone present lowered their head, some even going as far as kneeling… Lumas passed his gaze over then finding the majority to be Elf's that had migrated from their home the Royal forest, some Humans, Boaz, and Cat-Kin that had been found around the edges of Dragon Valley.
"Sebas, I want Mushdamma in the throne room tomorrow at noon." Turning around, Lumas was about to leave when Soreen sauntered into the room, "My King, what do you want to do with Ares?"
Lumas nonchalantly waved his hand "Let him free, if he can survive Dragons Valley and make it back to his kingdom good for him." Soreen gave a deep nod "Very well, it shall be done" waiting until Lumas left to raise her head her gaze fell upon an Elf escorting Ares to the gate a small smile coming to her face as she realized that she didn't even need to give the command
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In the depths of the dungeon Bell hovered over Lefiya constantly checking her vitals, Welf just quietly sat against the stairs whilst polishing his sword… "How long until they return?" Hearing Welf, Bell stood up patting his clothes to rid them of dirt "Could be a few days, if Aria is in danger then Lumas won't stop till that Sanger is eradicated."
Hanging his head Welf looked towards the ceiling veiled in darkness, "Do you ever wonder what Lumas is?" Bell shot Welf a curious glance "What do you mean?"
"He just seems like he knows a lot, you know? When I first met him it felt like he recognized me… I don't know maybe I'm just overthinking it," finishing with a sigh Welf set his sword aside stretching his hand out "Hand me 'Blinkstrike' I'll begin maintenance while I have a chance."
However Bell seemed deep in thought only to speak after a while "Now that I think about it," Welf become curious and Bell continued "I think the same happened to me, but I can't be sure" shaking his head Bell continued "Not like it mattered anyways, so what if he sought me or you out because he knew what we could do… I assumed he could see my potential from the moment he brought me to Oriaro… Even if he did somehow know us before actually meeting us nothing would change… at least for me anyways…"
Sitting in silence the two ate some rations before Welf spoke once more, "What do you think happened to her?" Bell sent his gaze towards Lefiya's resting body, her body temperature was high and her sweat caused her robes to stick to her body but yet his gaze was solid "I don't know, If was to guess I would assume it has to do with Lumas' spell…" letting out a groan he continued "However even though I know that I can't be angry, something inside me just refuses to harbor and I'll intent towards him let alone the fact that Ais gave her word that she'll be fine," releasing a sigh Bell leaned back "Whatever that potion was, we can't let anyone learn of it… my guts telling me that some would stop at nothing to get their hands on it."
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Freya couldn't help but laugh at herself, she had been ignorant in assuming Lumas was the owner of such a soul… but now she knows… with an intoxicating smile she lifted her hand to touch the blindfold, her other hand reaching down into her clothes, a single name being muttered "Bell…"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone