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“Save it, young warlock. I figured I gave it away after I answered your pertinent questions earlier about how I knew your meeting," he said while retaining his radiant smile. Somehow, it left me anxious and restless, but for some reason, the moment the young wizard aboard the carriage it all went away, then he spoke again. “Ah! I suppose you are now acquainted with Eschel. Please do take care of him.”
‘I don’t think that we really are acquainted but that name, huh. No, it can’t be.’ That name… It was by far the most familiar name I heard after I got out from the Fae Domain. Of course it is familiar as it is the made up name that my sister used to tell me whenever we played at the riverside and that is the name she will call her first born. I know how lame that sounds like but as a child we just didn’t care about how much she craved for her freedom and got on with it.