บท 199: True Motives

Outside, it continued to pour evermore. You couldn't even tell anymore. Staring up high, watching down low, everywhere the Blight wasn't there no more.

Something sorta fizzled inside me, it didn't feel like a bad feeling - or at least I didn't think it felt like a bad feeling. I think, if anything, like the gray clouds hovering from up high, the clouds in my mind were just as murky and dark.

"Relinquish…" It was such a broad term to use, a confusing term to use. "Meaning what?"

Amelia swiped from her face a sprinkle of rainfall, her disdain for rain eliciting more emotion out of her than anything she's ever shared with me. 

"Your Fey does not speak, it is peculiar," She said, absentmindedly rapping her pointed claws atop the windowsill. "But I gather that it simply means what we both think it means. The poor Elf will be your Knight no longer."

The clouds from above and within got murkier and darker.