18. The Legend

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Warning! Some parts of this chapter trigger self-harm and suicide.

Dear readers, suicide is never an option. Whatever you’re passing through or facing will soon be over. Hang on in there, please.

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After that encounter with Rook Francesca, I headed to Knight Lydia’s quarters. My intentions were simple— I wanted Piper in my room.

Then I would practice more and find the key after.

Luckily, she agreed. Although with the condition that Piper shared a bed with me, since it wasn’t in her power to move anything in the castle.

She had suggested me talking to Bishop Cicilia about it, but I waved it off agreeing.

What was worse than going to one’s enemies for help?

Cicilia would pay for her deeds, with Lady Francesca.

But that was until I found the truth.

Because something didn’t quite add up. I sensed a hidden enemy; pulling the strings.

Who was he? She? It?

“Thank you, Ava…”

Piper huskily let out, with tears coming out her eyes. I sighed, looking down at the way her lashes rested on her cheeks. She wore a scowl on her face, with her mouth in a pout.

I wondered how much she had to go through in those girls’ hands.

“Be rest assured, Piper. You got me now…with Emily,”

I bent down, wiping off her tears with my thumbs. I looked into her big brown eyes which wore an innocent look.

“Sure…”

Her feeble hands moved to hug my both legs the instant I stood up. I looked at the girls as they chattered with each other. Narrowing my eyes at Emily, gossiping with Felicia with some other girls.

It was a little strange she wasn’t on duty as Lydia’s personal assistant.

“Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!” the girls suddenly chorused.

I slowly made Piper ungrasp my thighs, walking towards where they chattered.

Going unnoticed, I sat in their midst, wondering why they suddenly chorused those words to Felicia, Lady Knight’s assistant.

“Okay, okay fine.” Felicia breathed out.

For a second, I thought she looked at me but it was a little brief so I waved it off.

“Many years ago, a woman gave birth to twins on a full Moon. In the past, children born on a full Moon, symbolized blessings to the community.”

So, it was a story.

Well…I loved stories.

I shifted towards Emily. She smiled at me for a first, intertwining her hands with mine.

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