105 - Where Is He?

LUCY.

I stood in front of a full-length mirror and looked at myself. The rightful heir to the Kalmerus throne?

Why me? What have I done to deserve this throne? I am a half-blood demon.

Were they mistaking my mixed aura as a strong one? Because I was sure that I couldn’t feel in me the desire to rule this kingdom.

I wanted to prove my father wrong, but I would use the fact that he thought I was his heir to my advantage — that he couldn't touch or kill me because it would kill him as well.

Regardless if I was the heir or not, Lucius was right: I was the weapon in this war.

I summoned two daggers, and they came swishing from my weapon chest and stopped midair in front of me. I grabbed them and aimed for the painting hanging at the far end of my room, aiming for the center of the flower vase. In seconds, the first dagger flew out of my hand and landed where I wanted it to. The next dagger followed and split the handle of the first one before it dropped off the floor.

I didn’t wast