True King's Ecstasy



The dimly lit prisoner room echoed with the sound of heavy footsteps as Velian and Delviny entered cautiously, their eyes scanning the gloom for any sign of danger.

"Delvi, how do you think Mother is going to react to this? What will she do once she meets this girl?" Velian asked worried about their mother.

He knew it was hard for them to digest the fact that their grandfather was a fiend that used his own children as tools, and they couldn't even imagine how much disgust Daphnia would feel thinking about these things.

They stopped abruptly as their gaze fell upon a girl of their own age, bound to a chair, her silver hair shimmering under the faint light.

The striking resemblance between the girl and Velian was uncanny; it was as if he were looking into a mirror, reflecting his own features and his mother's delicate beauty.

There were some different features, but for the most part, they looked similar because of the hair.

Fatigue etched across her face, the girl's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and surprise upon noticing Velian and Delviny's arrival.

The ropes that bound her wrists strained against her struggles, a desperate attempt to free herself from captivity. Delviny, ever calm and composed, stepped forward, her voice laced with reassurance.

"Please, calm down," Delviny implored gently. "We're not here to harm you."

With a deep breath, the girl ceased her struggling, her chest heaving from exertion. "I don't have time for this," she replied, her voice tinged with urgency. "I have more important matters to attend to. I need to meet my sister, let me go,"

It was a sound that had similarities to Daphnia, but a lot different as it sounded more cocky and lifeless.

Velian's eyes widened, his gaze fixed upon the girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to him.

His mind raced, trying to comprehend the situation unfolding before him. How could she look exactly like him and his mother? Questions filled his thoughts, but acceptance was a struggle.

Even if they are sisters, he knew it was almost impossible for Daphnia and this girl to look exactly the same.

At that time, Velian didn't know the vile methods of the noble families and Daphnia was more disgusted about this situation because she knew what her old man did to give birth to this child.

Observing the girl's face and hair once again, Velian finally found his voice, laced with a hint of disbelief. "Who... Who are you?" he managed to utter, his tone betraying his confusion.

The girl met Velian's gaze with a mix of determination and vulnerability.

"I assume you're Velian Keller! If you're then I am your aunt," she replied, her voice carrying the weight of a hidden story, but without any care about the bond they shared.

"I won't say this again, release me, I have more important things to do rather than this,"

Velian's mind whirled with conflicting emotions, the revelation sinking in. His aunt? The connection seemed not impossible, yet the resemblance was undeniable. It was a surreal moment, challenging his understanding of family ties and time itself. He took a step closer, studying her intently.

Delviny, sensing the weight of the situation, remained silent, allowing Velian and their aunt to navigate this new reality. Their fates had intertwined in a way that surpassed the boundaries of what they had known before.

As Velian's gaze met his aunt's once again, he found himself searching for answers within her eyes. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, but the bond between them, born from blood and shared features,

"What do you want? Why did you come here and try to sneak like a rat?" Velian broke from his initial surprise and questioned, but she just ignored him and asked Delviny to bring Daphnia so she could discuss things with her.

"None of that matters to you!" She shouted and struggled to break free from the tight ropes that bound her to the chair.

"It does because I won't let you meet mother, until you say what you want, or wake you can go back to prison and enjoy your life there, after all, if a normal person did this, they would automatically become a prisoner," Velian said without any shred of mercy even for his aunt.

"Not a fake one! You will become a real prisoner," He added in case she misunderstood.

The woman who was tied to a chair suddenly went silent, like she noticed something when he looked behind Velian saw the person who didn't want to enter the conversation.

"Mother!" Velian said in a tone and quickly decided to tell her not to worry.

"It's okay Veli, I know how to deal with her,"

Daphnia left those words and looked at the girl.

"What is your name? Did that old man even bother to name you?" Daphnia asked without knowing the woman had the same name as her.

"My name is Daphnia, Listen to me," She said and suddenly started to struggle again.

"Father wants your help, he wants you to use the power that you gathered and make sure you clean the empire of the rebels and people that wants to make everything worse,"

Velian didn't care about any of those matters. The only thing he cared about was how she called herself as Daphnia, which is his mother's name.

He wanted to beat up this girl and old man at the same time teaching them a lesson about what will happen to them if they play with his mother but right now he had to listen to everything with patience since Daphnia was talking.

"Shitty old man! What else did I expect from you? You're the same old fart that used your children as tools," She muttered and looked at the girl with her eyes showing guilt toward her.

"Innocent girl, you don't even know you're being manipulated by that old man to do his bidding," The younger Daphnia had no idea what she was talking about, but she kept asking Daphnia to help their father but suddenly Daphnia look at her with a strange look and said.

"I will help that old man, but only to visit hell, once I change your mind, It will be him,"