Raising My Enemy's Disciple
And there, standing in the center of the main room, was Alterna.
Her homunculus servant, created from both artistry and magic, was a marvel of beauty that transcended conventional boundaries. With white hair cascading down her back and mismatched eyes—one a brilliant blue and the other a soft green—Alterna’s visage was captivating, possessing both softness and strength. Yet, at that moment, her expression was blank, regarding Elena with a tilt of her head that was as perplexed as it was adorable.
“Alterna!” Elena exclaimed in a voice that carried a mixture of surprise, joy, and relief, her heart swelling as she stepped closer. Seeing her familiar figure grounded her, reigniting memories wove
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