Years later, the amount of hatred and contempt spread about the unworthy prince would be impossible to measure.
And yet...
And yet, the most ironic part of it all was that the so-called unworthy prince, Azriel Crimson, did not seem to care in the slightest.
At the very least, he never showed that he did.
It did not infuriate Azriel.
As for Jasmine, both then and now, her thoughts had always remained simple.
So what?
So what if Azriel had no talent?
So what if he could not use mana?
What did any of that matter to her?
Azriel was still Azriel. Her little brother.
She loved him then, and she loved him still.
Those rumors infuriated her. The people around her infuriated her. But what enraged Jasmine most was the cruelty of the ones she had expected it from the least.
Her own parents.
Azriel's own parents.
As she had said, her memory was exceptional. Because of that, she remembered clearly how loving they had once been before their talents were assessed.
