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Tales of Dyannor - A Girl and Her Dragon Ch. 3Tales of DyannorA Girl and her DragonCh. 3 Peace... for Now By J.C. Solis Serena began to stir from her bed, wondering whether or not she was still in her dream or back in her home, the village of Daltsford. Her room was a lot colder than usual, and her blankets were a lot thicker and warmer. She almost didn't want to get out of bed. For sure Mother would annoy her to waken and so send her off to do her chores. All the little girl did was lift up her head and look right at the familiar surroundings of her room before starting the day anew. She had one of the strangest and darkest dreams of her life. She wondered what it all meant. Only that, when she opened her eyes, she found herself back into stark reality. The air was frosty due to the cave walls, and her bed was not her own. The only warmth she felt in the cave came from the thick velvet blankets she was under. This was the only comfort she had, and she had nothing else. At this, Serena began to shed quite a few tears, though she didn't quite sob. She was honestly quite morose as she took another look at her surroundings. She wanted to be back home, back in the cold embrace of her overbearing mother and all the chores she had to do at the house. She missed her parents, she missed her siblings, she missed everything about the humble village of Daltsford. But as she began to lament the things that she'd lost, the air offered her another comfort. The smell of cooking came wafting into the room, and it smelled wonderful. Serena then realized that she was hungry, starving even. She had not had a full belly of food since before she was kidnapped. She thought that she could smell the grease from the meats on a skillet, and it was absolutely tantalizing. She hoped that Lezerath was good at cooking, though with her hunger she could eat almost anything. Lezerath, she thought. The dragon was very generous to allow her to stay with him, though she had no idea for how long. Would she be imposing on him for a while longer until she can find someone who could take care of her? She couldn't offer anything in return for his services. She felt bad that there wasn't much she could do other than clean the abode and make things tidy. She could work as a housemaid in the meantime, though the cave already looked spotless as is. She tried to come up with all sorts of ideas on how to repay the dragon, even though there wasn't any need. Not bearing to withstand her hunger, Serena got out of the bed, put on her moccasins, and went for the main chamber of the cave. As she walked along the smell continued to grow stronger and stronger. It was quite mouth watering, and she hope to tuck in on some delicious food. Serena turned around the corner and entered the main chamber. The sound of sizzling meats and a roiling pot could already be heard. She saw a tall man in regular clothes tending to a medium sized kitchenette. As heard, a skillet had on grilling sausages while a pan had on potato wedges being fried. There was a pot that was also boiling, and when Lezerath lifted up a ladle from the pot to taste his cooking she could clearly see that it was saucy beans in a sort of tomato paste. But it seemed that Lezerath sensed that Serena was in the room, and he turned around to greet the little girl. "Morning, Reshnoz," said Lezerath with a slight smile on his face as he called her by that peculiar pet name again. "How faired your rest? I hope you slept well this rather short sleep." Reshnoz. There was that word again, Serena thought. What did that word mean? "I... I sleep okay, I guess," replied Serena, her voice sounding as morose as her gait. "I hope I didn't wake you up last night. I heard you scream from a nightmare and I thought you were in trouble. But anyways, I hope that things will be better. Come," he beckoned her to the kitchen table. "The food'll be ready soon. I bet you must be quite starved from your capture." Capture, thought Serena. She wanted to forget about her capture. She wanted to forget that the whole ordeal had ever happened. It was just that after suffering such a plight it was almost impossible to think about something else. She just walked over to the wooden table and chairs and sat in front, her face still showing a glumness and sorrow that would be quite hard to get rid of. Perhaps some food would take her mind off of things. Lezerath put a plate of food in front of her, and the display made her eyes beam. There was sausages, a steak of ham, fried potato slices and a piece of toast with fried, saucy beans on it. The whole display was absolutely mouth watering and enticing. Serena never had such rich food in her life. She looked on towards Lezerath, as though she needed permission to eat such a fine meal. "Come, Serena. Eat. You need to fill back your strength if you mean to recover. I know that you're hungry. I can see it in your eyes." Serena just looked back at her plate of food, eyeing it before at last tucking in. She got a sausage link and took a bite out of it. The taste absolutely exploded in her mouth as did a lot of juice from how rich the sausage was. The taste of the sausage was unbelievable, and she had to force herself to eat slowly and enjoy her meal one step at a time. One thing her mother taught her was to eat slowly lest one were to choke on their own food. She took bite after bite from her plate, savoring every bit that she put into her mouth and eating slowly. It was not every day in a peasant's life that one got to eat this succulent food. Lezerath smiled as his care was feeding herself. He half expected her to start gorging herself rabidly with the food, almost unable to stop herself from devouring everything whole. He didn't expect for her to eat with restraint, though this showed that she was more of class than he thought. The "more of class" thought hit Lezerath rather hard as he wondered about Serena's home life. She looked like any other ordinary girl of modest means. She didn't give the air of someone from rich blood. She certainly didn't carry herself around as someone important. Yet Lezerath saw her fair maiden looks and couldn't help but think that there was more to this little girl than met the eyes. After all, why would a a large squad of soldiers try their damned best to try and retrieve her if she was of no importance? Was she perhaps an illegitimate child to some lord of Sollermun? And if so, why was she found all the way in the middle of Haerondir, some two thousand miles from where they were now? He wanted to ask the little girl some questions about her capture, though he figured that he'd have to be careful and sensitive with that topic. He'd have to try his best to not hit on things that seemed rather sensitive. For sure the little girl was hungry, for though she ate slowly she kept eating constantly. He even noted that she was eating a portion of food that would've been difficult for a girl her size to eat. But starvation changes a person's body, and Serena was quite starved. "How does the food taste, Reshnoz?" said Lezerath, hoping to start things off with small talk. "It all tastes so yummy!" cheered the little girl with a grin. "I haven't had such tasty food before." Lezerath smiled in return after hearing exactly what he wanted to hear. "I'm glad you liked the food. I had hoped that you would have an appetite." And with that, he allowed her to continue taking small but constant bites from her plate until he came up with his next question. "I don't mean to bring up all of these painful memories, Serena, but I have some questions to ask you. I just need to know how it was that you found yourself captured and for what reasons." Serena stopped eating and gloomily looked down at her plate. She had all but forgotten her past while she was eating. But with Lezerath having brought up her past, she felt the pain of all those moments return. The Fires once more burned. Many lives were slain. Blood splattered onto the ground and seeped into the soil. There was just so much to look back at and so much travesty that occured. Her mother fought bravely to protect her daughter. Serena was quite precious to her. Yes she was rather strict with her, and she was quite the disciplinarian with her and the rest of her siblings. But she was the pride and joy of the family, the youngest child and the most beautiful and talented out of all of her kin. She seemed destined for greatness, to learn a trade as a weaver or seamstress, or perhaps if the family had found money maybe send her off to become a scholar or wizard's apprentice and learn magic. There was so much that was happening at the time, an then everything was lost. So many lives were lost. So much blood was spilt. And little Serena would never get the chance to thank her mother, to thank her for all of the time they had together. Her mother, strewn across the floor as she clutched her abdomen after a sword ran through it, would not get to see her daughter, still alive and well, now be under the care of a benevolent dragon. Serena's eyes began to water, and so she let out a sob. She felt just how unfair life was. Life was cruel and unfair. There was no need for any of this. There was no need for her family to be slain, for her village to be destroyed, all for the sake of kidnapping one little girl. Lezerath saw that the wound was still far too fresh. Maybe now was not the time to probe into what Serena knew. But then again, who knew when the Byammar soldiers would return with reinforcements in another attempt to retrieve her. He needed to know in order to help her. He must know the truth of why a nation of slave owners would risk going to war by kidnapping a little girl and committing some sort of heinous act against that nation's people. "Do you think that you can talk about it? If not maybe some other time. For now, just eat and build back up your-" "I can talk," said the little girl as a tear fell onto a piece of sausage. "I... I'll try and tell you everything that happened." And so the little girl revealed everything that had happened all those weeks ago. She'd recount the bloody tall of her capture, her village's massacre, and the death of all of her family. Serena came from the humble village of Daltsford, as Lezerath already knew. She didn't come from a rich family, but neither were they destitute. Her mother, Lilia, was a seamstress and weaver who made clothes and accessories for the shops in the city of Haerondir. She was a rather strict disciplinarian, instilling values and integrity into her children to make them humble, honest and graceful. Serena had three more older siblings, all of them older than her: Sven the eldest at twenty winters old, Yulia the oldest daughter at seventeen winters, and Oliver the youngest son at thirteen winters. The family made due from Lilia's work and whatever money Sven and Yulia would earn from taking odd jobs from around the area. Oliver, meanwhile, was about ready to start an apprenticeship with the local blacksmith. On that day, approximately seven weeks ago, the night seemed almost too quiet. Serena awoke to the sound of shuffling from the outside. Then, a loud boom filled the air as all turmoil broke loose. The sounds of screaming soon followed. Serena could hear her mother rushing through the halls of their house, telling her other children to hide. She then entered Serena's room and told her to come with her. Lilia's only weapon was an engraved magic wand--she knew some magic spells as defense, and the wand would help her channel much more Magicka and use the strings more readily. The door to their home was being bashed against, with Lilia clutching her daughter as they looked at their front door being rammed. All the while, Serena had her eyes closed. She couldn't bare to see the fight that occured next. She was still hoping that all of this was just a bad dream, that soon she will awaken and once more be in the true reality of things. Maybe she'll tell her mother all about it, and Lilia will then scold her for having such a wild imagination. The door swung open, and the sound of crackling electricity and then bursts of flame could be heard along with the sounds of screaming men. But soon the fire stopped as the sound of flesh being pierced filled Serena ears. When she opened her eyes, she saw her mother's face turn cold white, her face draining of color as she stumbled to the floor. Behind her were the littered bodies of Sven, Yulia and Oliver, with the savages having brought them out of hiding and taking their lives in cold blood. Serena wanted to scream. She wanted to let out a terrified and horrified wail that would pierce through the ears of these savage men and let them know of the truly heinous thing that they just committed. But the little girl was silent. She was silent when one of the men grabbed her and picked her up. She was too shocked to put a struggle. She just allowed herself to be taken away as Lilia outstretched her arms towards her, giving one final plead to not take away her child from her. She, at the very least, wanted to give her child one final blessing; to bless her, and so allow the gods to always watch and look after her as she went along her destiny. Her mother, in one look, gave her last goodbye as Serena was taken away to the hellfire that used to be Daltsford. The village was a horrendous scene from the most fiery pits of Hell. The houses all over were burning with the intensity such hot blazes that Serena could feel the heat coming off of them. This would be the last thing that she'd see before being blindfolded and bound. Then, a wet cloth with a foul fuming liquid soaked into it covered her nostrils, and everything else faded into unconscious silence. Lezerath was gripped by the terrible tale of the little girl. She had truly been through so much, and she quite literally lost everything she owned. It was truly horrendous, and Lezerath was equal parts shocked and disgusted. He was glad to have torn apart and set fire to the miserable sacks as they tried to force their way into his home to try and retrieve the girl. But Lezerath was still left with the question as to why they did what they did and why they were after Serena in particular. The atrocities that the soldiers had committed were enough for the Kingdom of Darkness to declare war on the empire, and Haerondir and Kyreem were already uneasy neighbors who were looking for the slightest provocation. Though Kyreem had an empire, Haerondir still had a mighty military that would be difficult to trounce, and the Black Knights of Gallavan were a force to be reckoned with in battle. All of this didn't make sense to the dragon. There just had to be more. "Do you have any idea why you family was targeted?" he continued asking. Serena nodded a No. "Well..." Lezerath was running out of ideas, and Serena's plate was growing cold. He needed to ask something quick before allowing her to return to her now luke-warm meal. "What about you family? Does you family have anything special about it? Maybe a family history or something of the like?" This seemed to be what caused Serena to think. Maybe there was one thing. "I... I remember my mother tell me of my family history," she at last recounted. "My family is descended from some famous hero, and that hero helped save the world from Evil and stop some king from taking over Dyannor. But, I don't remember much about that." "Surely there's more," Lezerath kept prodding. "There are many people out there who are descendants of the Heroes of Yore. I for one may be a descendant of the Dragon Knight Uxyloth, the Hero and King of Dracongarde, for all I know." "I'm sorry Lezerath, I know nothing else," and with that, Serena returned to her meal. Lezerath had used up all of his chances to find out the truth. But Serena had given out all of the useful information she had. The only major clue she gave as to why she was kidnapped was that she was a descendant of a hero. But many people out in the world are descended from the great Heroes of Yore, as Lezerath had said. What made Serena so special about her hero descendancy that made her a target for the Empire? There had to be more, but for now at least he knew the full story of her kidnapping. At last, the dragon grabbed a plate and piled it with meats and potatoes, grabbing also a piece of toasted bread and slathering the top with the the fried sauce beans. He went to the table to sit down in front of Serena as she finished off what remained in her plate. Lezerath took bite after bite from the succulent food, though his mind still failed to be at ease. As he chomped on his food, Serena took a look at their surrounds and see what it was like to be in the humble abode of a dragon. She had not expected a dragon to live with so many human luxuries, but then again Lezerath seemed to look more human than simply being in human form. For one he still enjoyed sleeping on the floor, albeit on a fine cushion rug. But Serena had heard so many stories about dragons from all sort of people, both in her home village and from passing travelers. The tales of man-eating wyrms who'd sack towns of treasure and burn them to the ground seemed like the standard for these tales. They pictured dragons as cruel and heartless beasts that cared not for the sake of men or any other hominid, and their lives were as savage as the plunders they carried out. Their caves were told to be full of the spoils of their ill gotten gains as the dragons fended off any intruders and devour whole any who'd dare try to get even so much as a coin from their hoard. But Lezerath was none of that. He looked quite civil and humble, and his demeanor was agreeable. He wasn't savage in the slightest, and he even looked educated. His manners were quaint and gentlemanly, as though he were brought up on values. And most telling of all was all the decor of the cave. There was just so much human and hominid amenities, and none of the stories told of a dragon having furniture or fine tapestries on their cave walls or a study area with a large bookshelf full of tomes. And what caught Serena's eyes the most was the floating grey orb in the middle of the room. It gave off a dim glow as it hovered and spun slowly in the air. It looked the part of some magical contraption, as though it were some sort of guide or scrying device. Serena could feel power come from it, perhaps some sort of magic. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she wanted to ask some questions of her own. She wanted to know more about dragons and their peculiar behaviors, about the orb and perhaps more about Lezerath. Since it looked like she'd be staying, she wanted to know more about her host. "Lezerath... I... I..." "Yes. What is it, Little one?" Serena was rather nervous to ask, but she knew now was the time." I wanted to ask you some questions. I wanted to know some things about you and your cave and all this stuff around here." "Fair enough," agreed the dragon. "I suppose it's only right, considering that I asked you loads of question and some of them were rather touchy. Go ahead. Ask away." And with that, the little girl asked her first question. "Is it true that dragons have treasure hoards?" she asked, hoping to sate her wonderment. "Heh heh, I bet you want to know so you can try and pilfer a coin or two, eh?" joked Lezerath with a wink as he took a bite out of a piece of sausage. "I do have a hoard, indeed. What kind of dragon would I be to not have a hoard? But, I don't have it locked in some secret room, and it's not some massive pile of gold Daltmer coins and other treasures." "So...where is it?" she asked innocently. Lezerath chuckled again. Against better his judgement, he grabbed his coin purse from his front trouser pocket and dropped it on the table. It looked like it only had a pitiful amount of coins, not worth for a pickpocket to try and nab. "I know it doesn't look like much, but every coin I own is in there," he confirmed. "Granted, it's much bigger in there than meets the eye, but I suppose this is all I have." Serena wondered if the three of four coins in the coin purse were really all that the dragon owned. Perhaps it was much bigger in there than it looked like from outside. Or perhaps there was something that the dragon was letting on with the use of his rather cryptic choice of words. With that settled, Serena pressed on to the next question. "Why do you have so much nice human things, like books and furniture and a kitchen and all that?" Lezerath, smiling, answered her question. "I suppose it's because, deep down, I enjoy the creature comforts of the hominids. I like reading fine tales of adventure and romance from books and studying tomes while reclining in the lounge, admiring paintings and trophies that I've collected over the years. Perhaps I'd want to cook a fine meal, a human dish for a change from simply chomping straight onto a deer carcass. I like these things, simply put. I know there are many of my dragon kin would view me rather curious for this, and some who'd think I was committing heresy against dragon-kind, but bollocks to those tradition sticklers, I say." With that, he took another bite of food and prepared for the next question to come. "How old are you, Lezerath? I heard dragon can live for a long, long time," asked the curious girl. "I'm two hundred and fifty two years old, little one. And dragons have been known to live to almost a millennia. I am still considered a young adult, though I have lived through so much. I've witnessed wars, pestilence, famines, and many tragedies cause by both nature and hominids. It's been a long and painful life, but also one full of joy and happiness. And I thank the gods every day for the life that I have. If I had died while in battle or while fleeing the Mountain of Soot, then I wouldn't have been around to rescue a certain little girl from a pack of wolves." Serena giggled on realizing that he was noting to her. She continued to ask more questions, all while the dragon ate his meal. It was such a barrage that would make any regular person spin or get annoyed from the endless banter of questions from one little girl. But Lezerath kept calm, answering her every question with accuracy and truthfulness. The last question was on whether Lezerath truly could breathe fire on demand. "Yes I can, Little One. I can breathe a spout of fire even now as a hominid, or any other breath weapon. From frost to poison gas to shards of crystals, I can breathe all of that out onto my enemies." "Really?" said the astounded little girl. "So, where does all of that come from? I doubt that you have poison gas or crystals in your belly." Lezerath finished the last bite of food from his plate before revealing the truth. "Magic, Little one. What, do you think I have some sort of inner fire or a flame pouch or organ in my body? And how else can I shoot out gases and crystals were it not for magic? If my poison gas came from my stomach then that would be a belch, not a weapon." He then got out of his seat, grabbed his and Serena's plate and took it to the kitchenette for washing. "Dragons are inherently magical creatures. Magic is always and constantly coursing through our veins. If it weren't for magic then we couldn't do half of the things we normally do, and that includes transforming into and back from being a hominid. Now enough talk. I want to get you out of those rags you call clothes. You look rather ragged, dear." And so, Lezerath walked on over to the bedroom with Serena in tow. Serena had tuckered out from asking questions, but she still followed Lezerath to see what he would do about her clothes. She wondered if he really had anything that would fit her. It was rather odd that a dragon would have a change of human clothes lying around, let alone those that would fit a girl of ten years old. They entered the room and walked towards a wardrobe that was next to the bed. Serena thought that perhaps here was where she was going to get her new clothes. Lezerath beckoned her to open the door, noting that he had something rather interesting to show her. She went up to the wardrobe and opened it, but saw that it was completely empty. She figured that this was a joke played by Lezerath and she closed the door in a huff. But soon she heard a shuffling coming from the inside of the door, all with Lezerath giving an amused face. Serena opened the wardrobe door again, and what she saw came as a complete shock. The wardrobe was now completely full of colorful and elegant looking clothes. There were so many outfits of which to choose from, and all of them seemed to be exactly her size. "This here is a magical wardrobe, Serena," explained Lezerath. "I have it chock full of clothes of all different sizes and types, in case I'd ever have guests in need of a change of clothes, including little children. Now pick whichever one you like and head on over to those changing blinds and get dressed. I want you out of those filthy rags as soon as possible so I can burn them and their hideousness." Serena didn't know which one to pick. She was simply overwhelmed by the sheer amount, and all of them looked wonderful to try on. In the end, she chose a pink, frilly dress with skirts that'd go down a little bit below the knee as well as a pair of purple moccasin shoes that seemed to match her eye color. She then went to the changing blinds that Lezerath pointed out for some privacy. In a few moments the sounds of shuffling filled the room. Lezerath wondered how his little guest would turn out. She had picked out a marvelous little outfit. Already he could tell that she would like it. But there was no way to know for certain until she put it on. When Serena came out of the dressing blinds, she was a sight to behold. Lezerath was wowed by how pretty and frilly she looked. She was wearing a red dress with overall straps on her shoulder, with a pink ribbon bow that was behind her back. She wore a yellow shirt underneath the dress, and the shirt was visible from the upper part of her straps. And lastly, her purple moccasins were quaint and comfortable looking. The dragon approved of the look. The change was almost like night and day. She looked like the daughter of a stately family, with her looking like she was about to head off to academy to study. "I love the outfit you picked, Serena," acknowledged Lezerath. "It suits you well." Serena smiled as her cheeks blushed. "So now what, Lezerath?" she asked, wondering what the two of them were going to do next. Lezerath thought for a bit, but he just couldn't help but feel joy. He almost felt like a new parent, and the change of her outfit made him feel touched. He couldn't believe that he had these feelings for the little girl, and he hoped to continue to introduce her to the wide world. She was under his care, and until her next of her kin was found she was his responsibility. No one had assigned him that responsibility. No one told him to watch after her, to be anything more than a guard. He was not obligated in the slightest to help out this little girl. But he felt that he simply had to help. Realizing this, he hoped to show her all sorts of new and interesting things about the world, magic, and so much more. He didn't have to do this, but he was swept by her charm, and even more so now that she was in new clothes. "Come. Perhaps you'd like to read from my library. Do you know how to read, by any chance?" She nodded a yes. "Good. Then, I think I have a book or two that is not too terribly hard to read. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from the tomes I have." And with that, dragon and child left for the dragon's study area. There was much to read and learn about. There was so much to do while there was peace. Lezerath planned on finding any relative of Serena's still alive, maybe even see what remained of Daltsford. But for that, they had to plan ahead. And all of that planning needed to be done while there was peace. And Peace was what the two of them had in plenty while in the cave. It was outside, in the far and vast volcanic wilderness of Kyreem, that the real danger from the forces at play were brewing... Josiah arrived into the throne room, his eyes heavy with sleep and his arms battered. The guards had given him, a renowned hero of the Byammar Army, a severe beating. His face was bloodied and his eye was black. Though in all honesty, he was glad to have gotten away with this simple beating. He knew that things could've been much worse, like the fate that befell his men when they were caged and beaten to within an inch of their lives, with some of them dunked in the raging rivers of fire that flowed in the middle of Sollermun's streets. But he knew that, after failing to bring the girl, this was what awaited him. All Josiah could do was bow his head in shame and embarassment. He was far from being treated like the hero he was known as upon his and his men's arrival into the volcanic city. But even before his arrival to the capitol of Kyreem, he knew what his fate was. Though he knew that he'd receive aid, he also knew that the empire would make an example out of him and teach him a lesson for failing it. And right before him was a powerful member of the Byammar Empire and the head of the Grand Duchy of Kyreem, second only to the emperor himself. "You have failed, Commander Josiah," said the woman dressed in a grey regal outfit, with white robes flowing from her throne. Her hair was long and gray, though she barely looked to be middle aged. "Though from what I gather, there may still be hope to retrieve the girl." "I... I know that the girl can still be retrieved, your grace," said Josiah as he kept looking at the floor. "But the dragon with whom the girl is with will be a major challenge to defeat. Even my men were not strong enough to stop him, and even my riflemen weren't enough." "Then what we need is more rifleman," said a man in gentleman's attire to the side This man indeed looked old, with a balding head of grey hair and a hooked nose. "Or maybe, we can send the Blood Guard to go and kill this wyrm and retrieve the girl." "I suppose that would be best, Ingo" replied the woman in grey and white. She then got off her throne and addressed Josiah further. "Arise, Commander Wellingarde." And the commander at last rose up, and only then did he look at her in the eyes. Her eyes were cold and glaring, with little emotion and humanity in her face. "I shall send you once more to retrieve the girl. I leave you in charge of the Blood Guard, and may their steel lead you to victory." But then, he face turn even more grave. "Of course, I need not remind you of what will happen if you fail." Josiah tensed up. He knew full well what awaited him if he failed his mission a second time. With a bow, he thanked the woman for the chance to prove his mettle and redeem himself. "Thank you so much, My Duchess," said Josiah. "Thank you. I shan't fail again." And with that, Josiah turned around and went to prepare himself. With the infamous Blood Guard, there was no need of fear from even the mightiest of beasts. All the while, the Duchess and her steward began to contemplate their next course of action. "This girl is proving to be quite the hassle to acquire, Your Grace," said Ingo the steward. "She has proven so difficult to locate to begin with, and even more so considering she was dwelled in Haerondir. The raid that Commander Josiah's men caused in getting the girl was not quiet in the slightest, and for sure Haerondir is searching for who was responsible for the sacking of one of her villages." The woman just gave a "Hmph!" to her steward. "Haerondir would love to declare war, but their armies are thinned from sending their troops to the elves in Valenfarven to combat the orcs of Dashki. They wouldn't risk an all out war with so few of their men, though I don't doubt that they're looking for any excuse to start one still. But whether they'll find out the truth of not, it does not matter. Once we retrieve the girl, our plan will come to fruition." She returned to her throne and took a seat. Things, despite the hiccup with the girl, were all going to plan. "Make sure to tell the Emperor that we will soon retrieve the girl. She will not be away from out clutches again." "As you wish," said Ingo with a bow. "I shall notify his eminence as soon as possible... ...Duchess Viktoria..."

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