"You have a sharp wit," Magnus stated as Lumielle gave him a bright smile.
"I am simply humbled by your astute observation, Grand Duke Magnus."
Magnus smiled, "I heard that the Princess is quite close to my son. I never got to thank you for that day. Ever since then, the two of us have gotten closer."
Was he talking about the ailment that Asterias had been inflicted with? Indeed, he had grown sustainably from that moment.
It was a stab at her guilt. This man was trying to rectify the relationship he had with his son. He was trying to be closer together with him. It was another change that she had created in the ripple of time. For her, it was comforting yet alarming. She wished things to remain as linear as possible for it was easier to exact her revenge. Yet, she knew that would be impossible for her death and the death of her brother remained stagnant.
"There is no need to thank me," Lumielle said humbly, "It's good that the two of you have gotten closer as a father and son."
