Because fate chose you for Siara

The girl walked past Leon and Lucien as if they didn't exist, her steps slow but deliberate.

There was something about the way she moved, an air of certainty, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. As if this wasn't new to her.

Her eyes gleamed with an eerie, enigmatic light, like a puzzle waiting to be solved. She reached out and gently touched Siara's burned wrist.

Her fingers were cold, but her touch carried something deeper, something ancient, something unsaid.

As she focused, a soft blue glow radiated from her palms, spreading steadily, casting an ethereal light across the room. The air grew heavier, as though an old, forgotten power had begun to awaken.

Leon and Lucien remained silent. There was no shock in their eyes, no fear, only deep vigilance.

This was not unfamiliar to them, but there was something about this girl that made even them uneasy.

Moments later, the girl withdrew her hand, and... Siara's wrist was completely healed. No burns. No scars. As if nothing had ever happened.

Yet, the air in the room remained thick, unmoving.

The girl finally turned toward Leon and Lucien, a strange, unreadable smile on her lips, not warm, not cold, just… something in between.

"Not even a little surprised?" Her voice carried a faint echo, almost as if it came from somewhere beyond.

"Aren't you curious about who I am? Or how I did this? And the most important question, do you not recognize me at all?"

Leon and Lucien exchanged glances.

Lucien raised an eyebrow before sighing lightly, a trace of melancholy in his voice.

"We've seen a lot… This isn't exactly new. But yes, your presence is an odd mystery. So tell me, who are you? And what is your connection to Siara?"

The girl looked at Siara again. There was something in her eyes, a strange familiarity or perhaps something else, something impossible to put into words.

Then, with a soft smile, she finally spoke.

"My name is Eira… Siara's friend."

Silence fell over the room. Leon's golden eyes narrowed slightly. He was now fully on guard.

"Oh…" he murmured, his voice laced with subtle suspicion. "So, you're the one Siara was talking to yesterday?"

Before Eira could answer, Lucien–who had been observing the situation with amusement, suddenly smirked. He leaned in slightly, his voice teasing.

"You're really beautiful, Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

The air turned ice-cold. Leon and Eira both shot him such blank, deadpan stares that his grin froze in place.

Lucien cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he chuckled. "Alright, alright… Maybe not the right time."

The room, however, had lost its lightheartedness.

Siara was still unconscious, yet it felt as if an unseen force had wrapped around the atmosphere, gripping it tight.

And then, Eira spoke again. "I know who you are, Leon. And I know what you want."

There was something in her tone that made both Leon and Lucien pause.

Leon's gaze sharpened.

"Then tell me," he said, his voice cold. "If you know so much, you must also know that your power could have saved Siara. So tell me, Eira—where were you when she needed you?"

Eira didn't flinch at his words. Instead, she smiled again—but this time, there was a challenge in it.

"Because fate chose you for Siara, Leon," she replied, her voice steady, unwavering.

Then, her gaze shifted toward Lucien.

"Don't trust so easily," she said, her tone deeper now, carrying a warning. "The enemy is often hidden among those closest to us. And when they strike… you won't see it coming."

Her words hung heavy in the air. Leon was about to respond when Eira took a step back.

"Take Siara back to her apartment," Eira said. "And one more thing—try to remember me. Someday, you might need to."

A soft glow suddenly surrounded her.

And in the very next second, She dissolved into a swarm of butterflies. For a moment, nothing moved.

Then, as the last of the glowing butterflies faded into the air, Lucien exhaled quietly.

But the amusement in his face was gone.

Leon noticed. "What is it?" he asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.

Lucien said nothing. His gaze lingered on the spot where Eira had stood.

Then, without a word, he clenched his fist.

Leon watched him for a moment before turning back to Siara, who was still unconscious.

The air remained thick, heavy with unanswered questions.

Was Eira really just a friend? Or… was she something else entirely?

And the biggest question of all—why had Lucien's expression changed so drastically after hearing her words?

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