"Can… you really do that?"
Aldrich saw Christin peeking out of Tomislav's armpit.
Her voice had little strength behind it, and it was feeble, but her eyes brimmed with hope and anticipation. Aldrich nodded and beckoned her like calling a child from afar.
"Come here, little girl."
None cringed at Aldrich treating Christin like a little girl. For all they knew, even if Aldrich wasn't an ancestor turned legend turned Boss Crawler from House Venomous Rose, he was definitely an old being. Old enough to attempt the assassination of King.
Aldrich cared even less, as he was probably even older than the current Kings if one were to count his time within the Darkness after his death. He just felt amused by the irony of the situation related to Rosalia and Christin.
One was a decades-old planet's spirit who kept hibernating into the body of a teen, and the other was a full-grown woman but still a child within.
