Friya and Quylla were the kind of people the Master was sick and tired of seeing die while the mediocre thrived.
"I know, right?" Quylla inwardly clenched her fists, thinking that Vastor had bought her lie and complimenting herself for a job well done. "I just want to be clear, I haven't come here to ask your help, Professor, only your advice.
"Unlike, me, you are not an Awakened and this is a family matter. I don't want you to risk your life or involve the Kingdom in the affairs of the Ernas. Do I have your word?"
"You do." He nodded, moved by her thoughtfulness.
'She came to me instead of Lith and despite her predicament, Quylla is trying to protect me. If only she knew…' He thought.
"Here is my question: should I forgive my parents and help them or let them lie in the bed of their own making? I love my parents, but this is the second time they have betrayed my trust and gone behind my back.
