Her last letter

And let it burn and burn and burn

Her last letter
29 th Lumiere,
In the 1253 year of the Lightbringer

I don't know whether i should have given you my thanks, or perhaps shot you in the eyes. I hate this situation that you've forced me into, but still, i have to admit that this is the only viable choice that could keep you and me both alive.

Our lives aren't expendable, unlike countless foot soldiers that comes and goes to the raging hell of battles instead of us, fighting an endless proxy war in our stead and die for us, by us. It's an arrogant notions, but it's also the harsh truth. Who will maintain the order of the underworld if i die? And who will keep the lords under the collar if you die? It's just that little prince situation of being dogged by those old man in the council to prove his worth. The little bastard is blind. How the heck you didn't manage to convince him? Countless life have died in this stupid charade. We are originally of one force. Why did he treat me as the villain?

I think we should eliminate that shrewish princess.
I know that that damned emperor didn't have the slightest bit of good intention when he gave us that little fox to be the princess consort. I don't know how she manages it—it should've been your job to prevent it—, but she did managed a fine damned job of making our prince kill his own country. I have reported various underground dealings that she'd made to you and the prince, and i've restricted her movement as long as i can. I've even succeeded; it's just that I didn't foresee that her home country would dare to act this soon. It could've been much worse; for examples, poisoned city wells, or how the princess might have been the one to sit on that throne months ago after she successfully killed the prince—which, thankfully, I managed to unfoil.

But you. What did she do to YOU?! Did some pieces of scrap papers labelled as "evidence" can really tear apart your trust toward me? I refuse to believe that the trust that we've built for 24 years long is that flimsy. We've been together even before we could speak!!

I demand an explanation, you dolt. It's better be a good one. Remember that little hills near the Night abbey where we used to hide from Hilda and the rest? Meet me there tonight. I'll be waiting