At first, he thought Jasmim wasn't an old mage, but according to the time markers of her story, they were practically the same age. Yet, something didn't add up. In the end, her soul was relatively younger than her true essence.
"You're a reincarnation, aren't you?" Kayden guessed, and Jasmim's expression revealed the truth to him. Now everything made sense; the age of her soul matched only this life and not her past ones.
"What does that matter to you?" the woman retorted sharply. She was ready to start a fight, but...
"Nothing. I'm sorry for not being there when you needed me. I never knew you existed," Kayden's words dismantled any animosity in the woman, but...
"Don't be fake! My mother warned me you were one of the worst scum to ever exist. Not only that, but you cared only about power—so much so that you killed her and dozens of descendants just to carry out your mediocre plans!" the woman exploded after hearing Kayden's words.
