A Dragon Idol's Reincarnation Tale

[Cold Resistant Potion (Moderate)] inflicted on [Fairy, Tasianna Marina Silverpond]

“W-woah!” I stumbled backwards as I took in the sight before me, gulping dry spit as the icy winds bit my lips. I looked up at the large shadow behind me, giving him a quizzical look. “This is where we are stopping?”

“What is the rush? You have enough time in your life, fairy. Four days of work and you seek not leisure, but haste?” Yothmlak quipped, laughing sarcastically. “Cease it. The view is good. The mana this place exudes is great for my scales, so I shall indulge myself. Absorb some yourself.”

I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking to my left, I saw Vifi patting it, shrugging when our eyes met. I nodded as I understood what she was trying to say without hearing it: dragons were beings confident enough that any whims they wanted would be immediately fulfilled. Whether peacefully or through destruction

Regardless, I guess I was being on edge.

Four days of working inside Yothmlak’s cave meant it was completely peaceful, with no monster willing to attack us. Even after Vifi and I warned him about that dragonslaying mandril, the old dragon only scoffed at us, arrogantly declaring how the ones who died to the ape were nothing but “weaklings destined to die.” He showed no affection for them. Not even declaring their names, or maybe praying to Goddess Death for their reincarnation.

While, yes, most dragons and drakes didn’t involve themselves in any religion, with many even condemning the Origin and subordinate gods, it just sounded rude to not at least pray for the deceased. That was a normal part of their culture, as well. It was not needed to pray to Goddess Death, for even before the Origin Gods’ descent, history books have recorded of people praying to something beyond death—something intangible or a life after death—or even the Dark Elemental Emperor.

Naturally, the former was confirmed to be untrue now, but my point was that it was shameful to not wish the deceased well, especially if they were fellow true dragonkin who lived in the same area. Either Yothmlak despised those who died in the glacier, or this person was far more blackhearted than Lord Siegragxus had described.

Urgh, that thought plagued me for a while. Yet, that irritation was quickly replaced by the exhaustion and boredom of categorizing and bringing order to this dragon’s hills of wealth. Those four days felt like an eternity as he supervised us with his scales, using them like trackers to follow us around.

Even when he went to sleep or went out to hunt something for us to eat, those scales kept Vifi and me on edge. Vifi could have probably escaped with her lightning speed since the scales weren’t exuding enough mana to sabotage her mana-magnetism, but it was likely Yothmlak would get suspicious. The plan, after all, was to have him lead us to the glacial peak. After all, what better protector could we wish for now that Prince Nongragmos was nowhere to be found?My lady was able and resourceful enough to fend for herself, so that was some reprieve from being separated from her. Though, it was important for us to at least notify her of our disappearance. Sadly, we couldn’t. Hiding our cards was more worthwhile in case we had to escape in a pinch. Catching Yothmlak off-guard with our [Room] runes could come in use, so risking sending a message now wouldn’t be to our advantage.

Princess Hestia, please, stay safe. May Goddess Plesia and Zephira bless you with good fortune. May God Kargryxmor watch over and guide you to us.

I closed my eyes and spoke those words in a prayer before I opened them again, gazing at the view that had baffled me just now. From a beautiful, crystalline cave filled with jewels and other glistening valuables, Yothmlak brought us to a mountain top quite a bit away from his cave.

While I wasn’t as versed in astronomy as the many proficient sailors of Caedhul nor did I have a compass, I could barely tell from how the sun was moving that we were going northwest, so away from the glacial peaks. That was part of my confusion. The next was the fact that this mountain peak oversaw a flowing pond, filled up by a northeastern river coming through the mountain range of this area.

Since all flowing rivers from the glacial north originate from the highest point of Frozen Nest—so northeast—this was another evidence Yothmlak brought us to an entirely unrelated place. Truly, this was leisure for him. The old dragon wanted to simply relax, taking this trip like a vacation despite how miserably cold it was.

Haa, maybe I should relax as well. The sight was, after all, quite beautiful.

It was another area dominated by ice elementals, similar to how they frolicked close by to the river at the foot of the glacial north. The various monsters were using this area as a watering hole, quenching their glutinous thirst after nearly three days of unending blizzard. The bright sun was a true blessing, and all wished to revel in it, knowing full well this was fleeting.

The pond was being drained by the animals, but quickly filled by the river. Some vegetation also grew around the area, allowing the herbivores to eat in peace, even with some carnivores stalking around the shadows cast by the mountains. They were waiting for the herd to depart after they wetted their throats, ready to hunt down whatever was lagging behind.

White, green, blue, and brown; certainly not the most colorful place, and with how similar it looked to other areas, even compared to the tundra slightly south, it confused me how I still found this place quite attractive. It couldn’t compare to the flourishing nature of the Belzac and Saelariel forest, in my opinion. The lack of sounds and smell made me almost homesick.

“… I see you can’t let go of that urgency.” Yothmlak surprised me. “Tasianna, I can appreciate your willingness to work. Sadly, I have nothing to give you, less your mind is preoccupied with something else?”

“I’ll go down for a moment! Get some fresh water,” Vifi suddenly interjected, although neither Yothmlak nor I acknowledged it. Seeing this, she shrugged and dashed away with her lightning rush, all while the dragon’s scales followed after her.

I turned to my side, looking up at the titanic being. “Then aid us in finding our princess of Frozen Nest. Your empress’s heir!”

“Your thoughts still linger on that whelp? As I said before, she is froz—”

“My princess is not a fragile flower, Lord Yothmlak.”

“Neither were the four dragonkin who died, yet they did. You put too much confidence in some fire dragon whelp. Even if Melloxtressa’s bloodline nullified that Kargryxmor spawn’s ice and water weakness, she cannot be a fledgling just yet, right? You expect me to believe that some small whelp would manage to survive in this theater of natural disasters? Without you?” he scoffed. “Nay, her chances are low. Buried by a storm, or accidentally causing a fire that leads to an avalanche. Ha! There are many ways those destructive brutes of Inferno Nest underestimate how dangerous some snow can be.”

… I can’t disagree with that. Even with a higher level [Ice Resistance], her body would be helpless without her core protecting her. If her core were to accidentally crack… Please. My hands couldn’t help but shiver.

“See? My words hold truth, no?” Yothmlak dug the dagger deeper. “As your new master, I order you to rest your mind. I will need your service when this is over. Why not follow Stain and drink some of the glacier water? Having potent ice mana flow through your body might be harmful, but it might as well lead to a breakthrough of your resistance to it.”

“… Princess Hestia is my only mistress,” I resolutely replied.

Never again. I would not lose another mistress, and my heart shall not divert from that oath! Princess Hestia was my light in the darkness, and she shall continue to be just that! To lose faith like I did with Princess Schuri would only break my loyalty! To lose loyalty meant to abandon my duty, and that, and only that, would lead to Princess Hestia’s death.

My incompetence.

As long as the subspace existed, Princess Hestia would be alive and well. She would make the journey to the glacial peaks, and that would be where we would be reunited.

“Stubborn, I see?” Yothmlak cackled, his voice bursting like a shockwave strong enough to cause the mountain we were standing on to shake. However, an avalanche was prevented when he used his scales to stop it. “That decision is foolish, Tasianna. I appreciate you, and I want you by my side, yet if you deny me, how can you be sure that your safety is assured? Especially Stain’s.”

I turned away from the dragon, preventing him from seeing the glare I was about to show him.

“Demonkin, like the entirety of the invader’s legacy, must be destroyed. Eradicated from this world like the stain they are. They might be Peolyncian, but they are tainted by the filth of that other world. Their existence has led this world towards its current trajectory!” Yothmlak spoke with restrained fury. The venom he slung with his growls was most likely directed at Vifi, as I could feel his [Draconic Aura] releasing.

So that is the lesson he learned from his Adulthood Pi—Wait, no. Right, I forgot. Yothmlak is older than even Lord Siegragxus. About 1000 years or so? He couldn’t have witnessed the start of the human-demonkin war. Maybe it’s just something else that he witnessed on his travels, or maybe on a return trip? I thought, trying to understand his demeanor.

“However, I see you are fond of this beast. Her strength and speed are also beneficial as a servant, so I will allow her to live in my presence. Yet, the moment you two dare to break this oath to me, neither of you shall witness the dawn of a new day.” He glowered, lowering his neck to the point I could feel his freezing breath. The wind coming from his nostrils was blowing my wardress and hair into disorder. “That would be a shame… You do not seem to understand how valuable a serious fairy is, Tasianna.”

“No, I do. I know my kinsmen well enough, my lord.”

“Then you should value your life more. The fae… lesser and fairies are nothing but beings more whimsical than even true dragonkin! Ha, whether leviathan or drake, the nature of the fae is hard to predict. Astonishing… yet so frustrating. It is a sign of their nature with how they cling and are beholden to a certain value, don’t you think?” he asked, sounding far soother. Almost like a lullaby wishing to calm me down, yet the question felt sincere, like he was prodding for my opinion. “A lesser fae is obsessed with having ‘fun’ and most are attached to certain objects. Spriggans to nature, gnomes to the earth, and nymphs to the ocean. Elementals seek mana of their elemental alignment. Meanwhile, fairies are intelligent, and are able to associate with many different subjects! Like… serving a princess. Loyalty to the crowned fairy of House Iggdrasil.”

“You are certainly well-informed. I cannot disagree.”

“To seek the knowledge of the elementals is the path to true elemental mastery, Tasianna! It all started with them, so the unworthy must seek them! Why, pray tell, were the first gods of our world the elemental emperors? Mana, Tasianna. Mana is the answer. The energy of all who live. The divine energy the Origin Gods hold is also but a change in how mana—how energy—is being used. Favor and faith from their followers are sent to them with the help of mana. Even the Divine System is but a construct of energy—of our mana!”

Hearing the excitement in his voice, I looked up, witnessing the wild smile the dragon was showing. His glistening eyes yearned for strength but also an inquisitive side many Istari followers would possess. A mage was somebody who would always stay on a journey to seek knowledge.

“This is why I seek the peaks! The home of the ice elementals of Frozen Nest. You possess it, no? True ice; the epitome of the ice element!” His eyes snapped back to me, causing me to jump from the sudden movement. “I wish for it. You have been blessed with having served the daughter of Melloxtressa, allowing you to learn true ice, but I know for myself that you are still unworthy of it. It stings, no? Your body can’t handle the destructive nature of what lies at the top! A worm cannot understand the sky the birds fly, and even if it tried, it would only succumb to the height.”

“You wound me,” I stated, annoyed. Not because of his snarky remark, but due to the fact that he was trying to goad me. “Lord Yothmlak, I am fond of small talk, but even this has its limit.”

“Yes, quite so. Maybe I was playing too much with your patience. It seems you understand what I am saying, so allow me to get to the point,”—he cleared his throat and lowered his body, letting his eyes meet mine at my eye level—“That dress of yours has a seal, no?”

I squinted.

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“I can feel true ice coming from it, yet I was unable to fully appraise it with your annoying [Identity Blocker]. No matter, I shall not dig even deeper in your personal affairs. A servant has her own secrets, and she is not beholden to reveal them to her master. Nevertheless, I would be a fool to not notice it. Tell me, fairy, does your urgency to rush me also include the fact you wish to reach the peaks yourself?”

I tried to keep my expression from breaking, but under the pressure of his aura, it was hard to keep my composure. Even if I didn’t answer, the dragon already knew the conclusion.

“Of course. As I said, every fae has something they feel beholden to! That confidence that your little whelp mistress is still alive is surely that, and you wish to defend her, right? You fear for your life, but not because you are afraid of dying, but you fear your heart cannot survive learning that your mistress has perished, correct?”

I grit my teeth, feeling a snarl forming. I couldn’t hold it in.

“Deny it all you want, but your eyes expose your heart!” He leaned back, bellowing out a laughter sounding like the slamming of a metal drums “The answer to your dress’s potential might lay there, fairy. However, wouldn’t it be more reasonable to expect your body to change with all this mana surrounding you? A fairy you might be, but you are still a fae! A being that adapts to the mana around them.”

His smile widened.

“Seek not for something that is lost, young fairy. That strength you seek is something I can give you. Follow me to the peaks, and let—”

“I AM back!”

I snapped to my left as I heard Yothmlak groan, raising his neck to look down at Vifi, having returned with canteens filled with water on her belt, while holding some cyan-colored fruit. She had a smirk, looking like she enjoyed the fact she just interrupted the dragon.

“Yo, Tasianna. The fruits down there aren’t too bad. A bit bland, honestly, but that’s the result of all the mana, right? Better than having to eat all that meat these past days, right?” she said as she handed me a pouch full of them. Taking a bit of them, they tasted a bit like tree kukuba—honey melons for Earthlings, if I remembered correctly—although more like soggy soup meat.

“Thank you for your consideration.” I smiled as Vifi nodded.

Being a preferred vegetarian, unlike how everybody from Aurora loved meat, was a hard thing. When Prince Nongragmos blew us away, we didn’t bring much rations with us, so I was forced to eat spiceless meat these past days. Not like the meat wasn’t good—it was since it had plenty of fat—but it didn’t feel very refreshing compared to a recently harvested fruit or vegetable.

Vifi plucking some fruits, even tasting them beforehand, made me feel very thankful to her. Even if these kukubas weren’t good, they gave me a sense that everything was all right. It was a reminder that right now, the two of us had to have each other’s back.

“You needed to shout, Stain?” Yothmlak asked, voice laced with disdain similar to his previous speech on the demonkin.

“Vifi. Well, to you, Vifi’Yok now.”

“You need not repeat your name, for I shall not name you as such. You are Stain. A stain to this world, a reminder that your ancestors and people brought the current destruction to Peolynca. Needless to say, even if I were to give you an inkling of respect, you are worthy of it. Make yourself useful, for even labor will not erase the blemish of your lineage’s sin and wrongdoings!”

“Blah, blah, blah!” Vifi closed and opened her palm repeatedly, imitating the mouth of a duck with it. “Yeah, I heard that plenty of time, but if ya can keep on repeating the same crap, I can do the same, lizard. I have a name, bastard. Vifi’Yok. Learn it already, because that is my name.”

Her proper accent broke out …

Yothmlak scoffed. “Irritating me will not benefit you.”

“Neither is pleasing ya. I couldn’t really understand what the two of ya spoke about, but did you think I wouldn’t feel your hostility from down there? I’ve lived my entire childhood with the fear of somebody stalking behind me. Whether it is other street rats eager enough to steal from somebody smaller just to silence their growlin’ belly, or the damn beasts tryna eat me up because I got lost in a monster area,” she snapped. “Ya think yer opinion is somehow original? Even my own people aren’t very fond of me, ya know? Treated me like a bomb ready to explode; and the one damn person who could quieten the damn voice in my head telling me to kill you is gone!”

She must be talking about Princess Hestia, I concluded.

“Ah, a certain ‘Donut,’ right? You speak a lot in your sleep, Stain,” Yothmlak mocked, causing Vifi to spit on the ground. “I can tell that the two of you are quite devoted to this princess of Frozen Nest. Yet, none of you dare face reality. I have searched outside whenever I went out to hunt for you two. I searched the surrounding area, facing the blizzard and the dangers of the darkness to find this princess of yours. I have found no true dragonkin. Neither that brat Rhekkraxus, nor those wyvern guards. You think I would continue to make that assertion without looking for it myself? Ha! I even found an area filled with true ice and fire mana. A conflict, I presume, probably where you and your mistress got separated?”

… Huh? Wait, no dragonkin at all?

“Hold on, that area: was it a mountain with jagged crystalline formation inside? More similar to an ice breath or something similar, than from natural ice formations,” I asked, prompting Yothmlak to nod. “If that is the place of our ambush, then you must have seen a corpse, no? One of the dragons who was killed by that dragonslayer we told you about; his body was there, trapped in ice. Did you not see it?”

“Probably taken away. I did not find the body.”

… Could Prince Nongramos have done it? Then, why didn’t Yothmlak find him? Where are you, Prince Nongramos? We need your help here!

“Hmph. See? I have scouted the area, and I learned of the area. Is that not proof enough that I did my due diligence? Your princess is dead.”

She can’t be, because we still have her title! I kept that to myself, staying calm, but it looked like Vifi had a different opinion on how to handle this.

“What? Yer flapping around like a bird is suddenly evidence?” Vifi remarked in a snide manner, causing the old dragon to growl under his breath. “The shit puddles I sometimes had to wake up for in the middle of the night, just cause some drunk puked out his liver on both ends ‘cuz he ate something strange, is more real than the crap you pulled. That damn girl is alive.”

Yothmlak’s growling became louder, looking like he was ready to slap her off the mountain. “Loyalty is surely your strongest feature, Stain. At least you have that.”

“Loyalty? No, none of that crap. I already betrayed the trust of plenty of people that ‘loyalty’ is more of an excuse to me at this point. I’m bettin my damn race’s future on her. Faith. That’s all I bloody have right now, and if that little red jumpin’ foot thinks about callin’ it quits before I do, then she better hope I don’t find her reincarnation, otherwise I’ll send her right back to Ilsaphone! Marsven help me, and if I have to stick around with you, then shut yer damn trap, lizard. Hestia is alive.”

There was an awkward silence between them as they glared at each other. Vifi, the same person who stated she couldn’t fight this being, was trying to get herself into a fight! Honestly, was I supposed to blame her nature as a wrath demonkin, or was this just her personality? Goodness, I couldn’t differentiate.

In the end, Yothmlak was the first to break the quiet. “Let us say she did survive, then she cannot possibly be on the surface. You do not know this, but a massive avalanche happened during the time I hunted. I had to physically burrow myself into quite a few places to catch prey from caves I knew about. The area where my cave is was fortunate, less so the area southeast of us. If she hadn’t dugged herself out, then she is trapped under the ground, under the sheet of snow.”

“Nice to—” Vifi wanted to respond, but the dragon stopped her.

“Let me finish. If she is trapped, then that is even worse. You did not really believe that only the surface of the glaciers is dangerous, correct? Below, you are robbed of the sun, of available prey, and, most importantly, the chance to fly. She may blast through the avalanche with that fire breath of hers, but that would only summon the attention of the burrowers.”

“Burrowers?” Vifi and I said simultaneously.

“Worms. Giant ice worms. They keep the glaciers together by producing a special fluid, despite how much they burrow through the ground. They get rid of cadavers and spread ice mana around to places the ice river can’t reach. Useful, but those things will attack anything they find underground. A rank B will never survive if multiple of them attack them, especially without the ability to properly fly. If that whelp can survive all of that—haha—then we’ll talk.”

“Yes, we will, ‘cuz yer gonna have to speak with Hestia at that point, lizard… tsk. Not even gonna blink? Not once?” Vifi snarled, for some reason.

“You believe me that idiotic to fall for your provocation, Stain? Call me however you want, for your words are worth little. I need not listen to all you prancing, when I can easily deduce the squawking you do as you pretend to know our language,” Yothmlak snarled, smirking a bit as Vifi gave him the stink eye. He then turned to me, chuckling a bit. “You better take hold of that beast, Tasianna. She is prone to snap, whether your hand or your returned mistress, wherever she is.”

“Trying to put a conflict between us is not very elegant of you, Lord Yothmlak.”

“I am not. Simply warning.” He turned back to Vifi. “I can detect something inside you that is holding you back, Stain. This red crested horn isn’t just there for my appearance, but it acts as a mana detector. My clan feels the sensation of raw, natural mana quite well. I can feel that your demonic power is incomplete. I wonder if your current meekness is not a result of you feeling weak, and what you would do if it were to ever resurface.”

I clicked my tongue, feeling even more disgusted by his behavior. “Even if you see something, you are speaking to the wrong person about that.”

“I already made my decision.” Vifi shrugged. “Like I said, I’m betting it all on Donut.”

“We will see. Yearning for power is one thing, but all wills must be tested against the allure of power, and that is something your present self can never be sure about. For none of us are visionaries.” Yothmlak turned around, slowly walking towards the edge of the mountain, tapping his tail twice on the cliff before letting out a deep sigh. “Enough. This was supposed to be relaxing, but all this talking has exhausted me. We departed now. Quickly, get—”

However, just as Yothmlak was to say that, the mountain suddenly began to shake violently. With us barely able to react to that sudden sensation, something burst through the ground, right on the spot where Yothmlak smacked the ground! A giant worm, about the size of a house in diameter, ruptured the earth apart, nearly taking a bit of the dragon’s tail.

Yet, due to the sheer size difference, the worm looked about as wide as the dragon’s feet. It was no threat by itself, but multiple worms burst through the ground, causing the cliff Yothmlak stood on to fall apart. He was forced to take to the skies, but instead of his own safety, the dragon was more preoccupied by the fact the scales holding his treasures were being tipping to the side. Some of the materials were falling down!

“Raawwwwr!” he roared as he sent his scales out, trying to catch whatever was falling. This small moment was enough to leave us open to the same attack.

Without any warning, a blizzard suddenly appeared around the area, nearly blocking our view of the sky. Vifi grabbed me, attempting to activate her red lightning, but quickly realize she couldn’t. This wasn’t a natural blizzard, this was an artificial one! Similarly to the ones from those elementals!

“Marsven’s shadow!” she cursed as she jumped away as a worm burrowed out of the ground. Vifi took out her crossbow and shot at the monster, but her lightning arrows were barely able to pierce the thick exoskeleton these worms had.

Unfortunately, she quickly had to return to the defensive, leaving me on the offensive while she carried me in a princess carry, as more signals appeared from below us. Yet, despite how much we resisted, the coordinated attacks from these worms eventually caught us, swallowing us hole as the world turned to black from the countless worms suddenly pouring out of the mountain.

Fortunately, though, I managed to react in time and covered both of us in [Glacial Protection], shielding us from its stomach acid as it began to fill up the fleshy tunnel we were trapped in. The nasty, slimy feeling was a price worth paying as I prevented us from getting devoured, letting Vifi grab her rapier.

After coating it with her lightning, she stomped on the worm’s intestine, using [Air Walk] to give her the momentum needed to stab the worm with her rapier, ripping it wide up, letting the digestive juices flow right into the beast’s organs. The body suddenly jerked up, evidence of the pain it was feeling, giving me now the chance to finish casting [Fimbulvetr Wall].

Filling up the worm with the true ice wall, the worm’s stomach burst open, allowing us to free ourselves as we were expunged from its body by a violent spurt of blood. We yelped as we slammed on the ground, unable to properly soften our fall since [Glacial Protection] was half digested at that point. Any protection it could grant us felt like we had just fallen off a cliff in a full set of metal armor.

It was painful!

“Ugrh, my back!” I complained, massaging my spine.

“What bloody back? You’re a damn mana being, Tasianna, that back of yours gets healed the moment you absorb mana!” Vifi retorted.

“Oh, mind your own body! It hurts, all right?” I rebuked before trying to stand up, only to slip on the slime and blood. Disgusted with myself, I turned to the worm as I tried to wipe away all the liquid covering my face. “… I-I didn’t think getting eaten would even be part of this trip!”

“Correction, ‘devoured alive,’ not eaten. We would be chunks if we were,” little Miss Know-It-All said. “Marsven damn it all! That thing is a rank B! I nearly got eaten by a damn rank B! Haargh! Oi, Tasianna, I need a refresher on my ice resistance. There was some other fluid in that thing’s body besides just juices. My fucking hand got frostbite.”

I looked down and could see it clearly—Vifi’s prosthetic hand was malfunctioning. Digestive juices managed to get in there before I could finish [Glacial Protection], with bits of her metal finger frozen solid. They look like they were about to break.

My hand reached for my pouch and belt, but when I suddenly felt nothing on them, I looked down with a deep frown. My potions and dried rations we had left, even those fruits Vifi got for us, were all gone. Either broken or digested!

“… Shit.” Vifi noticed it as well. “This party has even worse luck than the battalion I used to serve under, and we lost nearly 90% of the troops on our very first assignment to hunt some monsters!”

“Goddess Plesia. Goddess Zephira. I know I haven’t prayed to either of you as much as I did in the past, but is this really how you must teach me a lesson to correct myself?” I said, feeling like I had reached rock bottom. Actually, maybe we did in a literal sense as I looked around the area, noticing crystalline and rocky surfaces. “That worm probably dug into the ground. We’re inside the mountain.”

I sighed and stood up, helping Vifi stand up as she tried to troubleshoot her manatech hand. Similarly, Vifi had lost most of her equipment outside of her rapier and crossbow, including the tools she needed to maintain her prosthetic.

We probably should dig into the worm’s body, but… gases were flying out of its body. And it reeked like an opened grave. We had to let it settle until we could loot it.

[“Welcome.”]

Yet, as we prepared ourselves for an uncomfortable search, small lesser elementals suddenly entered the room through an opening. The frolic around as if nothing bad had just happened as this male voice entered my head.

[“I am the ice elemental king of this region, and I would like to ask you for help. I am imprisoned here, banished from the elementals that I am to govern. I ask of you, please, free me from this prison!”]

What is it that Princess Hestia would say now? Ah, right. ‘Aurora’s luck sure is the worst.’

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