" Master Ornstein."

He went to visit him in the master bedroom.

It had been a while since he had last seen him.

He did not know how to feel about Ornstein being the Demon Lord's grandfather.

He was human.

And before all of this, it was the Demon Lord who ordered him killed, was it not?

" Henry..."

" Yes?"

" Will you stay... past the spring?"

" Yes."

The old man sank down into the blankets looked nothing like he had just a few months prior.

" Will you... protect Aislin?"

" Yes," Henry lied.

" Both of you... Are very dear to me..."

He coughed.

" I know. You don't have to speak anymore."

" S... Since I lost... Belarona and... Legacia..."

" Master..."

" Aislin is... the last..."

He reached up and clasped his withered hands around Henry's.

" The last...?"

Another coughing fit.

" Nichel... isn't... Lord Lecia's son... Aislin is the last... true prince of Altaer," the old man whispered. " He's the only one... He..."

" Master...?"

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