Creator of Death: True Darkness
Description: Anemoia

"So then, why don't you take me, huh!?" Queensha said with a sad expression.

Albert felt enlightened by the thousands of suns today, however, he could not resist this desire or command of the woman before him.

"This, I'm sorry" he said with a dead expression.

"Hufft, however, this time he will be with us, Queensha" he said, stroking his wife's hair gently.

Queensha' tears dripped down her golden dress. While Albert slowly grasped the ground in a tight and deep embrace.

"Albert, I'm a woman, and I also have a son, I'm not at all afraid that my son is hurt, but imagining a child my son's age facing so many life-and-death battles just to keep his life, my heart felt slashed, however, he should have been here, 10 years ago, with us and him having to enjoy and live a lot of the prince's life in general isn't it? And it makes me feel guilty for her, Albert"

Albert nodded with a complicated expression.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a tuxedo and a pair of glasses attached to his right eye saluted Queensha and Albert.

"Honor to his Majesty the King and Queen, I am Qin" he said respectfully.

"Say what's up, butler Qin?" Said Albert.

"There's a merchant car coming to see you, your honor, he told me to show you this" he then showed me a black watch with a hint of blue dotting it.

"Antar him here"

Qin then walked away to pick up the king's guest.

"Is that him?" Queensha lifted her head and slightly removed her deck, wiping her tears.

Hmm. albert just smiled warmly at him.

"Prepare yourself, he's our son" he said.

Shortly thereafter, the butler returned accompanied by the arrival of a young boy with navy hair and beautiful blue eyes.

"Honor to his majesty, I have brought him here" Qin said obediently.

While the boy smiled amiably.

He then bowed in respect.

"Honor to his Majesty Azasky, His Majesty King Albert and his Majesty Queen Queensha, it is an honor to meet you" he said.

Queensha got up from her seat and quickly stepped towards the boy.

He hugged tightly and sobbed in his arms.

Albert stood up with a warm smile on him.

The boy who was none other than Raka then returned Queensha's embrace, he smiled warmly.

"Auntie, I'm fine, believe me" he said softly.

Queensha took off her hug slowly, but her tears were still dripping.

Raka smiled warmly,

"I'm glad to see you're healthy, your Highness Queensha."

Queensha sighed, looking at the boy. He then smiled and stroked the navy's hair with a little random shuffling.

"Basin' bad boy! You're finally back, otherwise I don't know what to say to your mother at all" he said

Raka nodded.

"Ohuk!" Albert cleared his throat trying to show up at his second chat.

"Ah. Alright not good if I join in the chat of the adult men!" Queensha pasrah.

"My husband" he called her hard.

"Ah. If lunchtime comes don't forget to come with my handsome son, then I'll watch Bobby and Stelia study"

"Pufft" Albert was surprised when he heard it, he almost gushed out the tea he was breathing

While turning his face held back laughter. Sometimes his body shakes withholding laughter.

Queensha then walked away leaving the two men behind.

Yes, men! Although basically Raka is still 15 years old, but he already looks like a man aged 17 to 19 years.

Raka then sat down before Albert who was still cleaning his clothes that were affected by the tea spray.

He then sighed.

"How's it?"

"What?"

"How did you feel after all this time when you saw this palace?" Ask Albert.

"Oh."

"I don't remember it, however, I was very small at the time, even a baby,"

Albert agreed to it. The last time Raka came here was when she was seven months old at the time. It's no wonder he doesn't remember it anymore.

"Deja Vu."

"Nostalgic"

"Maybe that's all I can use to describe how I feel right now" he said.

Albert stared at him for a moment and then closed his eyes weakly.

"You look very mature, Raka" he complained.

Raka woke up from her daydream and then laughed.

"You're kidding,"

"Hfft..it's up to you, but I also have a son, and I've been your age, and it's not the same as what I've seen you" he said seriously.

Raka just curled her little lips.

However, if it was him before his teacher died, he might not look this old.

The reason Raka looks mature enough is because inside is a silent soul with memories of the past as Nonius, a cold-blooded killer.

"Alright, so what are your plans for the future" asked Albert seriously.

Raka smiled before answering Albert's words.

"It is not a complicated thing, but it is also not a trivial thing" he said lightly.