On a faraway country island located near the shore of the southeast continent.
Inside the royal palace of the Kingdom of Cyprian, the birth place of princess Anaia.
Sitting on the throne was a handsome man with facial features similar to that of Anaia.
His hair was white as snow and his face handsome as if it was painted by the most famous artisan.
Not just that, he was also exuding an aura of dignity and pride befitting that of a royal.
He was the crowned prince of the Kingdom of Cyprian and princess Anaia's older brother.
Inside the throne hall it was only he who was there.
Calm and silent, it was as if he was waiting for someone to enter.
"Your Highness, crowned prince, there are three people outside here that wish to meet you. They are the previous maids who served the Exiled Princess."
The silence inside the throne room disappeared as the guard outside announced.
"Let them in."
As soon as those words were spoken by the prince the door opened and three people in maid outfits bowed and kneeled in front of him.
"Your Highness, we came here as you requested. If I may ask, does it concern our princess?"
One of the maids spoke l, the middle one, and it looks like she's the representative of the three.
As for the other two they remained silent as they kept their heads down.
"Yes, I already made plans for everything, including on how to deal with the exiled Princess, my younger sister."
Hearing his words the maids faces darkened for a moment and disappeared.
'It seems that they are still concerned about their princess. Good.'
Thought the prince and spoke once more and in a much more playful manner.
"Worry not, I have no plans in harming her, she has already been exiled in a faraway kingdom along with Mai.
Are you interested in knowing where it is?"
Silence, there was only silence as he said those words but soon the representative of the three spoke up after gaining a bit of courage.
"Yes, your highness."
"Very well, I'll tell you where she is and I'll even give you permission to go to where she is right now."
"Are you serious, your highness?! Oh... Please forgive me for my sudden outburst."
"It's fine, and yes I am indeed serious but I will only let the three of you go under three conditions."
Three conditions were nothing for them and the representative of the three spoke with exaltation.
"Whatever the condition your highness gives, we will do our best to fulfill it!"
Stated the representative of the three and the other two followed in unison.
""We will do our best to fulfill it!""
"Don't worry, it's something the three of you can easily fulfill.
First, once you meet the princess, never tell her about the situation in our kingdom or she'll probably do something stupid.
Second and oh, this is an easy one. You just need to convey my message to her...."
"What exactly should I convey to her, your highness?"
"Tell her... Don't you ever come back."
With the latter part being said the three understood.
"And finally..."
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"Is that all, your highness? If that is all, we will take our leave."
"Wait."
As they were just about to leave the crowned prince stopped them in their footsteps with one word.
"Take this with you, it'll help you locate her. You'll know when you're near her if that gem shines. The brighter it is the closer you three are to them. Now you can leave."
The three were surprised when the crowned prince gave them something to help them.
Still, they were grateful and immediately thanked the prince.
"Thank you for your generosity, your highness. We will now take our leave."
The three finally left and the prince was left alone once more.
Still sitting on the throne, he opened his hands and a tiny silhouette with the same figure as him floated on his palm.
"I've gotten stronger..."
"Now I can proceed with the next part of my plan."
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Dale Town, inside the town lord's manor, an old man that looked to be in his 50s was doing some paperwork in his office until a loud shout came from outside the room.
It was a shout full of anger and sadness.
"Husband! Husband!! Let me in!! Hurry!!!"
The woman's loud voice resounded around the manor and the town lord's secretary opened the door.
"What is it honey? Why are you shouting so early in the morning?"
"Can't you tell?! Something bad has happened! Our son! Our son he.....! He was found dead inside the brothel.
Ughaaaaa.... I don't know what to do anymore.... I wanna see my son..... *Sniff* *Hic*....."
The cries of her wife surprised him but even more so was the news of his son's death.
Immediately his face became gloomy, darkening by the second and finally he snapped.
The secretary covered his ears and so did his wife knowing what he was about to do next.
"WHO DARES KILL MY SON!!! WHOEVER YOU ARE, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!"
The town lord's shout wasn't an ordinary shout but one augmented by source.
And it resounded all around the town enough to reach the group of four's ears.
"Well, I guess I should have expected this father revenge for the son cliche."