"M-my ancestor…?!"
Lancelot nodded at Ciara's surprised reaction. His genuine smile and the soul-filled smile didn't display an atom of dishonesty.
"I knew it from the moment I saw you… that you were my descendant. Let's call it one of my special abilities. We resonate quite well too. Do you not feel it?"
Ciara didn't know what to say. She was stunned beyond words.
'Yes, I've also been feeling something within myself, but I just thought that it was because of the Mind Magic. What is this guy saying?'
Ciara Epilson grew up in the slums. She hadn't had the easiest of lives, and she certainly wasn't one lost princess that needed salvation from her long lost lineage or parents.
Her parents died pretty early, but they left her their thatched house and the surname she now carried.
Nothing about her life resembled being related to some great guy in the past.
"I see… so that's how your life had gone. That sucks."
