AKU let out a loud sigh when he walked past the courtyard in front of his palace.
"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Sir Gregory, who was walking behind him, asked worriedly. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I'm fine, Sir Gregory," Aku assured the old knight. "I just missed the days where the captains of the Four Orders would train together in front of my palace. I miss watching them play together."
""Play?"" the knight asked in surprise. "The four captains would always try to kill each other during their "sparring," Your Majesty. Unfortunately, they don't know what "practice" ans. They also destroyed the front porch of your palace several tis. That was the reason why your advisors begged you to stop letting the captains use your palace as a training ground."
He laughed at the mory. "I want to go back to those peaceful days."
"Your Majesty, do you regret sharing what you know with Captain Sherwood?"
Sir Gregory had a point.
Maybe if he didn't revealed Kiho's real identity to Captain Sherwood, then he would have stayed by his side.
The thing was
he didn't regret it.
"I've always known that the Sherwoods' "loyalty" to is just all for show. They just want the knowledge and dark secrets that I hold," Aku said softly. "I knew that Captain Sherwood would turn his back on for Kiho because Kiho is the living legend that they seek. But still, I did what I had to do to know where the heart is. Losing Captain Sherwood is just a small price to pay compared to what I gained." He let out another sigh while shaking his head. "And it was good riddance anyway. A year from now, a war would begin. I need to get rid of people who can't be loyal to . And at the sa ti, gain new allies that I know I can depend more."
"I don't trust Captain Sherwood so getting rid of him is a relief for ," Sir Gregory said. "But Your Majesty, do you believe that Captain Ainsworth would accept the deal that you offered to his clan?"
"He would," Aku said confidently. "If the Sherwoods sought knowledge, then the Ainsworths longed for the Golden Tiger all this ti."
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"FOOLISH little girl."
Tilly raised a brow at that. Gosh, she almost pitied him when he suddenly cried. But his tears suddenly disappeared when he spoke so now, she wasn't sure if he really cried or was it just her hallucination. "You talk like you know my husband more than I do. Have you t him personally, huh?"
"I don't need to et him to know that he's no good for you," the Red Phoenix said. "His na alone is enough to tell that you married a trash."
"Don't you dare speak of my husband that way," she warned him. "I don't care if you're a god. I'll throw these hands on you if you insult Kiho again."
"How hot-headed," the god complained. "You really got Soleil's bad temper."
Her brows furrowed at the na that he called her a while ago. "And who's this Soleil?"
"Soleil Rosenberg the first Supre Fire Mage," the Red Phoenix said proudly. "She's your ancestor."
"What's with the pause?"
"Nothing."
Okay, this red bird dude is suspicious.
But she was more curious about sothing else.
"Mr. Red Phoenix, do you know my husband?" she asked curiously. "You reacted at his surna. Do you personally know a Nystrom?"
"There used to be a clan who call themselves as Nystroms," he answered nonchalantly. "They were a bunch of jerks."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Gosh, this fossil isn't taking seriously.
But for the sake of her Baby Winter, she forced herself to calm down.
The Red Phoenix had lived a long ti and it was highly possible that he had t a clan of Nystroms in the past. Those people might really have been jerks. But that didn't an that Kiho was related to them so there was no need for her to get worked up.
Kiho only picked that na because of his Master.
But still, she had to ask more because they were investigating her husband's origin anyway.
When Tilly cald down, she opened her eyes and found the Red Phoenix looking intently at her. She felt awkward, but she still asked anyway. "Can you tell more about the Nystroms that you've t in the past?"
"No," the Red Phoenix said. Before she could even complain, he spoke again. "You're here to regain the mories of your past life, aren't you?"
Okay, that was a good distraction.
I'll ask about the Nystroms later.
"How did you know that?"
"I can hear the desire of your heart," the Red Phoenix said. "After all, that used to be mine."
"And because of that, you realized that this isn't my first life?"
He nodded. "If you expect to be shocked, you'd be disappointed. You have the heart. It wouldn't be impossible for you to have a rebirth."
Oh, that makes sense.
"Can you help regain the mories of my past life?" she asked, hopeful. "I really need them, Mr. Red Phoenix."
"Wixx," he said. "My na is Wixx. I don't have a title so you can call 'Wixx.'"
What a weird na.
"Okay, Wixx," she said. For so reason, she didn't find it hard to call him by that na. Weird, but she felt like it wasn't the first ti that she said that na. But she set aside that thought for now. "Can you help ?"
"There's a powerful seal in your mories. Most of them are fake mories implanted in your head," Wixx explained seriously. "The spell sealing your mories is a forbidden one. And it's so strong that even in your rebirth, the mories of your past life remained tightly sealed. Unfortunately, what remained in this prayer room is only my consciousness. My real body is sleeping sowhere that even I do not where."
She suddenly felt helpless. "So, you can't help ?"
"I didn't say that," the Red Phoenix denied. "Without my real body, I'm not as powerful as I should be. But thankfully, I have so strength left enough for to unseal a portion of your old mories. In short, you'd only regain a small part of your past. So don't be disappointed if you don't gain anything from the mory that I'm about to unseal."
"No, I won't be disappointed," she promised desperately. "I'll accept anything, Wixx. Please help ."
"Alright," Wixx said. Then, he tried to touch her but she avoided his hand. His brows furrowed in confusion. "Did you just avoid my touch? Don't you know that in the past, people line up just to kiss my hand? Kings, emperors, High Priests, and even Saints."
"Please don't be offended," she said politely. "But as a woman, and a married woman at that, I don't like being touched without my consent. I don't care who you are, Wixx. My body, my rules."
"You really act and talk like Soleil," he said while shaking his head. "Lady Nystrom, may I touch your head? It's a process I need to do to help you regain your past mories."
"Yes, you may," she said. "Thank you for asking."
Wixx just rolled his eyes. Then, he gently put his hand on top of her head. "Now, close your eyes and think about the thing that you wanted to know most about your past life."
Tilly nodded, then she closed her eyes.
What happened before I died?
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"MY LORD, are you crying?"
"Shut up," Wixx told Sentinel who appeared beside him when Lady Nystrom fell "asleep."
Right now, Lady Nystrom was enclosed in a transparent rectangular box. Yes, it was shaped like a coffin but it looked more elegant. After all, the box was surrounded by sparkling red lights. Those lights were remnants of his Mana.
"My lord, why didn't you tell Lady Nystrom that she was the reincarnation of Lady Soleil Rosenberg?" Sentinel asked in curiosity. "You've been waiting for her to be reincarnated for a long ti."
"I don't want her to rember her past life as Soleil," he said firmly. "I want to treat Lady Nystrom as a different person from my foolish little sister."
Yes, Soleil Rosenberg was his precious little sister in the past.
He gave his heart to Soleil before he ascended the heavens when he beca a god. But before that happened, a tragedy that caused her present ordeal occurred.
"I'm amazed that you were able to control your anger when she ntioned Kiho Nystrom," Sentinel comnted in an amused voice. "After all, the Black Serpent was the one who killed Lady Soleil."
The mory didn't fail to make his chest tighten in pain.
"But it wasn't just him, Sentinel. I'm angry with the Black Serpent as much as I am angry with myself," he said, then he looked at his hands. "We both killed my little sister."
"It wasn't you, my lord," Sentinel comforted him. "If we're going to bla soone, it should be the Moonchesters."
"The Moonchesters those people with filthy blood," Wixx said angrily. "This ti, it's their family that is going to be erased from history and not the Fire Mages."
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