"A good name for a loyal woman," Lawrend replied and nodded his head in satisfaction.
He felt a sense of peace in his heart now that he knew her original name.
"Do you know her?" West asked in surprise.
He lived for quite a long amount of time so he could naturally tell that Lawrend knew her. He didn't expect that someone like Lawrend would know her.
"She sacrificed herself to keep me alive," Lawrend replied.
He rubbed the faint line that ran down his nose. It was already almost gone as his body slowly removed the disagreement between the two bloodlines.
His two powerful bloodlines were returning to their roots and only leaving their essence. Soon, he would not even be a phoenix or a demon. He would start his own bloodline.
"Hernessia… She never changed. *Sigh*"
West shook his head in disappointment.
"So did you," Lawrend retorted.
