The Last Sky Kingdom Twin Princess My Destiny Belongs to You

Old Hermit of the Illusory Forest

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Both entered a building with a circular shape extending like a typical tower shape in general, with one swing of his hand the tower was closed back and finally became pitch black.

Criings.. Criings...

The gurgling sound created some flying lights that instantly lit up the dark room, Clara had to close her eyes first before looking at the room well. The room consisted of only two round chairs of rattan in the middle of one and on the deck of a table one, there were several books or books lying on the table.

"Sit down, there are some things I should ask." the man's command by flying the chair near the table turned to the front of the chair he was sitting in.

"Who are you really? " asked Clara after sitting in front of a foreign man with a familiar face.

"I am the ancestor of the Priestess who is now one of the elders, just call me an old hermit.Tell me who you really are?" answer the old hermit with another question.

"My answer won't change anything!" clara answered calmly.

"Having two souls isn't it hard? Everyone sees your pure soul but who sees your real soul Princess Clara? " said the old hermit with a sharp but painless gaze.

"Nature." replied Clara casually.

"Until when in your body do you experience a soul war that will end uncertainly? Doesn't that road still have a choice? " say old hermit.

"No! He can live his life well, I chose this path myself. Don't nullify him even though the whole realm is destroyed! " clara answered, starting to sharpen her gaze.

No one should disturb his soulmate, where his soul is now. Enough with the pure soul Clara will fulfill all the responsibilities and curses of her destiny, the world can take her life but not the future Clara has prepared. Let everyone be blind to the reality that cannot be revealed because some things are not supposed to be revealed even though the storm is approaching.

"That means your soul is separated! What if someone steals your soul? " ask the old hermit.

"No force can enter or injure the soul, even though it has great power. The soul was not only pure but was also still within the cristal seal of life." Clara replied with a sigh neutralizing her feelings.

It felt like this time it had all become like a mirror, the one who claimed to be the old hermit ancestor could tell the main secret of a Lady Cristal. By knowing the existence of the original soul of a Lady Cristal then other possibilities can occur, even the question of an old hermit can become a reality if Cristal life has been activated.

"As much as you know how to deal with every single one of your problems, I am grateful that Calista created a Bible that could serve as a guide for the successor of the Holy Sword to accompany the Holy Dragon Tlexcitli Belenda. My job will be over soon, bring your sister here. Didn't you come to visit the altar of the soul, son? " say the old hermit and smile.

His smile did not look sweet or bitter because it was covered with a white beard that was also long enough, even so that a face like that was not covered because the old hermit or the Priest both had the same aura, Clara realized this fresh-looking person in front of her should have lived a long time.

"Soul altar, how do I get to that place? " ask Clara as if to be an innocent girl.

"Let's hold my hand, we go for a walk together" replied the old hermit extending his hand.

With the belief Clara received the helping hand of the old hermit and with one blink of his eyes now both have moved to the highest place where an altar with fountains of various colors, and with a single blink of an eye, they have now moved to the highest place where an altar with a fountain of various colors, Cristal is five colors in the center point with one core cristal which is a stone. At length the old hermit explained what Clara should do later, not just that, because after that the old hermit opened a circle of clouds around the altar to show how the illusionary forest.

"I hope what I say is useful to you, daughter? Are you all right? " ask the old hermit ending his lecture.

Clara's face that seemed to burn with a red pseudo on her cheek made the ascetic anxious, but his anxiety changed with a ruckus because he had just realized, but his anxiety changed with a new sense of urgency, if Clara's face changes due to her actions that do not give the girl a chance to ask or think about what is described in a row.

"I'm good, thanks for all the knowledge of his old hermit. And one more thing, meet the Reverend, I know he's not the original descendant of your hermitage. But he's a student who is more than talented, making him get the blood of your ancestors" said Clara

"Keep that secret, son, he will not betray. Is not his loyalty not in doubt? " ask the old hermit calmly.

"He belongs to you, his betrayal or loyalty remains yours. Any explanation would be meaningless between the two of us, I excuse the old Hermit." replied Clara and released her grip on the old hermit's hand and disappeared using her portal.

"You're right, everyone has their own responsibilities. I am in charge of her, I will keep watch over her from the illusionary forest." muttered the old hermit and blinked her eyes to move to her residence.

After her encounter with an old hermit, Clara appears in front of Starla and King Dexter stops the useless debate of the two. The illusory forest of not accepting the presence of king Dexter is evident by his bouncing of the man who tried to wander into the illusionary forest, Clara could not make the man to follow her goal. Moreover, once the man entered the illusionary forest then the man would never return, let alone reality was indeed more bitter than a dream.

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Sreek..

The sound of objects being dragged as if getting closer made Clara eliminate her existence with a shield of light, allowing anything that approached her to pass through her unhindered. Slowly the sound drew closer, the tall weeds began to sway from a distance until the weeds near Clara began to split.

A group of humans with hoods with breath sounds that looked like exhaustion seemed to dominate the group, something that was dragged instantly in swing and thrown right in front of Clara. A rare, weakly helpless animal with a body full of scratches caught Clara's attention, the animal's eyes radiating sadness, anger and hatred as if given the opportunity then the animal will avenge his pain.

"It's over, let's go back to the palace. Master is waiting for us, let this Lion Devil rot here." said one of the horde that has the highest body.

(Lion Devil is still in good shape)

"Come, I'm hungry. It's been almost two days we've been locked in a place of worship, I miss my wife's cooking." said the other by stepping his feet first died his group.

With a spell, Clara binds one of the group with her magic to find out what they are doing and who their master is. Because the animal in front of his eyes is not an arbitrary animal, one of the rare sacred animals that became the target of many witches.

"Why does it feel so cold" lamented the hooded man in the last row.

"Come home, maybe your allergies will come up again" replied the other and embraced his friend leaving the grass behind.

"I'll keep an eye on you, and what should I do to you?" said Clara disappeared her shield and looked at the rare animal in front of her seriously.