Mireya’s POV Elder Vitus shook his head, a small smile crawling on his lips. “You are really your father’s daughter, Mireya,” My brows knitted hearing those words. What does he mean by that? “What do you mean, Elder Vitus?” Elder Vitus took a deep breath. “You won’t understand it,” He stood up, put the book he was reading back on the shelves, and faced me again. “I already told you what you should do but you never believed me. You chose to stay in this place and make everything more complicated. I can no longer help you, Mireya,” He passed by me but before he could step out of the infirmary, I spoke. “You’re here to condemn, Azrael, aren’t you? The king summoned to seek an answer to how Caius and I were able to get back, but your return had another purpose aren’t it? And that purpose is, Azrael?” He didn’t speak. He was standing a few steps away from me, then after a few seconds, he turned and met my gaze. “You are good at figuring things out, so figure it out, Mireya
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