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Laurencin
Legacy Name: Laurencin

The Bloodred Legeica
Owner: Asmodeus

Age: 11 years, 4 months, 4 weeks

Born: November 24th, 2012

Adopted: 11 years, 4 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: November 24th, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 0/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

l'épée noire — the black swordi could have saved you-- could have-- but i didn't. i'd only managed to get a glimpse of your killer-- a man with bright red hair and brown eyes, a scar shaped like a cross upon his left cheek-- before i turned and ran.

i ran and all while i escaped, i felt your gaze boring into my back. were you damning me with your eyes, cursing my cowardice for leaving you behind so i could live--?

if only i could have died along with you that day, i would not be feeling this guilt now. i cannot rest until i have found that man and avenged you. would you forgive me then--?
bonsoir — good eveningthe clientele fell silent as i barged in, a black sword in my hand. there he was, sprawled out and drunk, a woman dangling at his side. the fierce soldier who had murdered you years ago, one-armed, one-eyed, wasting his nights in bars-- i would have laughed.

i strode purposefully towards him, shoving people out of my way. nobody made a move to stop me, still shocked by my sudden arrival. the man protested weakly before i stabbed him. how easily the blade sank through his flesh--!

this time i did laugh, perhaps insanely at that. i laughed as i ran, exiting the establishment as quickly as i came. the laugh left me as i was alone in the forest, however. it's over--

is it really over? i still do not know if you condemned me for leaving you to die, or if you were glad that i had survived. perhaps i am not meant to know, and this uncertainty is my punishment. ah... next time, i won't abandon you. let us be reborn as flowers, so i may bloom by your side, and wither away--
au revoir — farewelli returned to our village. the last i had seen it, i had been holding your hand as we fled the flames that devoured the buildings and the war that had brought them. the houses had been rebuilt and the windmill repaired. many people were out in the streets, going about their daily business. there wasn't a face i recognized. it seemed the only ones who remembered that fateful day were me and the windmill that stood atop the hill, overlooking the villagers.

life had gone on regardless of my pain. perhaps i should move on, too. i will never forget you, and i might never be able to let go of this guilt gnawing at me. but i cannot stand still forever.

my friend has his eyes set on a red diamond, hoping to steal it and sell it for an incredible amount. i've heard of the bloody history of this rare gem, "Reine Michèle". he asked me to assist him in stealing it. i should be fine, as it won't come under my possession directly, right--?

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