Holy Sword Tournament Arc II
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(POV: Akashic Records)
The magic airship was now airborne.
Dr. Samras, dedicated physician that he was, moved swiftly, his steady hands tending to the wounded commoners. Ress supported him, offering gentle words of comfort to ease their pain.
It was then that Fanatio noticed Genevieve's distant expression.
She approached her. "What's troubling you, Genevieve? You seem lost in thought," she inquired, her voice was plain.
Genevieve sighed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.
"I can't help but worry about Lumiere," she admitted, her voice laced with genuine concern.
"So, who is this Lumiere you're worried about?" she asked.
Biting her lower lip, Genevieve hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Well, Lumiere is... it's complicated. But he's someone I've come to love. We haven't spoken for some time, so I can't help but wonder if he's okay," she explained, a hint of affection creeping into her voice.
