The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Many years had flown by since Morgana’s last visit to Lucius’s resting place. Though hundreds of years had lapsed, she could still discern the spot where Lucius’s grave had been.

Despite her having obliterated the tombstone and even the graves themselves having been consumed by the relentless passage of time, she had an uncanny knack for locating Lucius’s burial site.

Though she knew his body wasn’t entombed here, Morgana still regarded this place as the closest connection to her older brother.

At that moment, her heart brimmed with sorrow, remorse and a touch of bitterness. Her emotions surged and like an unbidden tide, the events of that fateful year flooded her thoughts.

Initially, Morgana’s rush of affection and impulsive feelings for Lucius, followed by his abrupt disappearance from her view, had led her to believe that he must have been dispatched to Maria with the ring bestowed by their mentor. Thus, she had hastily departed the mountains and embarked on a journey in search of him.

Yet the road from the Mountains was perilous and far-flung and Morgana was still a prime fugitive hunted by the rebel court.

Undaunted, she undertook great trials to reach Diannan, only to find Lucius’s body already missing, consigned to the earth. It was then she learned the grim truth, her older brother, whose cultivation outshone her own, had met his demise by her own hand.

Eternal Green Pill that their Master had left in Lucius’s care,

a stab to his heart shouldn’t have

progressively recuperate by harnessing his spiritual essence. His wounds would mend and vitality would be restored, in a mere

had been interred, a truth she struggled to fathom. Only through persistent questioning did

beyond her reach, for no matter how she lamented, the dead could not be reclaimed. So resentment seeped in, a belief that Lucius had chosen death over her love, a

from returning for years. Her absence wasn’t because she’d moved on from Lucius, but rather, in over three centuries, she still could not banish his memory from her

now, kneeling at Lucius’s grave, Morgana whispered with emotion, “Brother Lucius, vividly I recall our first encounter. Back then, you were thirteen or fourteen and I, a mere twelve or thirteen, yet at that sight, love took root. From that day, I awaited your presence in

plan to forsake the pen for the sword, I learned to bind my hair and wield the sword and spear, practicing ceaselessly. I yearned to stand by your side, to fight at your flank, to assist in your battles. Then, I concluded I’d stand with you for a lifetime. Wherever you ventured, I’d be there; whatever your venture,

Association. Though you and your sister rejected my inclusion, I remained steadfast, declaring intent to stand alongside you both. I cited patriotism as my motivation, but

you, my cherished one. If you declared this realm for the emperor, I’d march sword in hand against the rebels until the last, if you chose peace

set alight the final sheet of yellow paper voice choked, “Brother Lucius, I thought time would sway your heart, but I was blind to the truth, you never loved me. I stood by you from the year of the

yours held it. From that