“Are you the dungeon master?” I asked Faeyna’s brother cautiously.
“I wonder...” He gave a noncommittal response.
“At first, I thought you were a creation of the dungeon, then I was thinking you were some kind of manifestation of Faeyna’s will. Now, I’m not so sure.”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s hardly something so glamorous. I’m merely what was left of Faeyna’s brother.”
“How can that be? You died a long time ago?” I asked, and then my eyes flashed. “Unless...”
“I see that you understand. Yes, when I died, I sent the last piece of my soul into my sister. I intended to protect her. I think that perhaps I had only succeeded in becoming a demon in her heart.”You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbin
This guy had done something not all that much different than what Demon Lord Aberis had done. He had abandoned his body at death and then put his soul into Xin until the right time that he could take over her baby. This guy’s intentions weren’t so nefarious, but it was similar. He had clung on to his sister, remaining by her side up until the moment of her death in the Ost Republic.
“Her... abilities...”
“S-s-siscon! What are you saying? Haven’t you been paying attention? I loved another woman! I held myself back from touching my sister!”
“You did everything you could to get stronger to protect her. You even fought off her suitor. Then, you wrapped your soul around her to keep her for yourself and not let any other man have her. So, siscon.”
“Y-you... now I see that we can never get along! I’ll defeat you! I won’t let anyone have my sister!”
“...”
“...”
“Did you-”
“Yes, I just got it as soon as I heard it!” He snarled. “Just prepare yourself!”
As Faeyna lunged forward to attack the Elf Hero, I lunged forward to fight the demon in her heart.