Lucien looked at the beautiful girl that had just arrived in this class.
Her ever-bright eyes had lost so much light.
His heart ached seeing her like this.
Especially when he saw her crying.
He understood her better than anyone in this class.
She was crying not for herself but for the empty seats, for the voices that were lost in those ancient ruins.
He clenched his fist.
I will be strong…
So, I won't have to ever see a single tear in those beautiful eyes.
He declared it in his heart.
Till then, I won't show you my face, Seles.
He had already started to walk towards that path.
In the last two weeks, he had done nothing but training.
He trained.
And trained till his hands bled.
And finally, some of it paid off.
His system recognising his determination gave him a quest.
[Defeat and Humiliate Chosen of Ancient Spirit – Aziel Ignaris in a duel.
