Aivier glanced at him.
Lynn froze for a moment, then beamed and said:
"Your Highness Princess Aivier, are you going to give me something? Oh, you really shouldn't! What is it? A divine spark?"
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That was far too generous!
No need to stand on ceremony. We're family! What's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine, right? Why call it a gift?
Aivier shook her head and sighed.
"I'm not giving you anything... I mean, that place was once ruled by my father. If you go there, you might find some legacy he left behind..."
Although she knew that the Raven before her had taken form from a fragment of her father's soul...
Still...
Don't go inheriting all of my father's bad traits! Those were the dregs, the dregs!
Try bringing out his noble, honorable side instead, so we can actually get along.
Also.
"Stop thinking about divine sparks all the time. I don't have any."
"Is that so?"
Lynn rubbed his chin and said:
"That's a shame. But since it's an inheritance, I'll generously accept it."
He sighed.
"I thought you wanted to give me a present, Daughter."
With a crack, Aivier crushed the armrest of the Throne in her hand.
No.
This man seemed to have a rather nasty personality. Spend enough time with him, and it would be hard not to resort to violence.
Was this fellow really formed from a fragment of Father's soul?
"Sorry for the trouble, then, Princess Aivier."
Lynn instantly returned to his seemingly gentle, refined demeanor and smiled.
"Speaking of which, I actually do have a gift for you."
Aivier said:
"What?"
At the edge of the Nether Sea.
Two figures shot through the pitch-black void and landed on a massive floating rock near Chaos Deep Space.
Chaotic storms