章節 170: The Diadem of the Deep (part two)

Ah yes, Delina Mikhail. How could I forget her? I have had such a vivid array of conversations with her that it would be nigh impossible to forget even an ounce of who she is.

Nodding to Soren, I peer once again at the diadem, losing myself in thought.

To say I 'Met' would certainly be an understatement. In my time in Sezeria I have had some pretty volatile encounters with her, and all manner of confrontations, and even that is putting it lightly. It was thanks to her original spite towards me that it quickly became apparent to me upon entering this palace that mortals aren't the only ones plagued with jealousy. In fact, vampires themselves seem to be the worst sufferers of all. What a cruel parody it is that an immortal creature, just like any other, has to struggle for love all the same as we do.