Alden looked at his opponent, the blonde boy with red eyes. His once half-brother, Cedric Draven, who claimed to have had a change of heart.
But Alden didn't trust him.
More accurately, he didn't want to trust him. And even if Cedric had changed, Alden didn't really care.
To him, Cedric was just a fragment of a long-forgotten past. Alden wasn't the same helpless child from back then. Now, he didn't cry or ask for help from a cold family that had never helped him.
He could stand on his own, no matter what shit Cedric pulled.
Still, one thing surprised him the most, the small green ball of pure mana floating beside Cedric.
A spirit?
Alden had seen it before, but that didn't make it any less surprising. Especially now that he actually knew what it was called.
How could a scumbag like Cedric be chosen by a being of nature like a spirit?
But more than that…
Why was a spirit, one meant to choose an elven princess, now with Cedric?
