The youngest willow of spring

Suddenly somebody raised their hand and stopped the execution for a moment. 

When Hecathe looked up, he found that it was one of the willows. 

The little girl looked exactly as she did when Hecathe had first seen her. She was wearing a cloak that covered her entire body and half of her face. 

The only thing visible clearly was her soft pink lips. 

Hecathe had read about the three willows of spring and that was perhaps the only reason why he knew her name. 

This girl was called Lara and she was the youngest willow of spring.

"Unfortunately enough, Marvin refused to come today. I hope our dear Alphius would not be too depressed by it," Lara spoke with a tone that sounded a bit too smooth and flattering. 

Although Hecathe did not have any interest in listening to her words, he couldn't help but feel a little fortunate that this girl was indirectly buying some time for him. 

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