Seventh Princess

"I…look like your master?" Laia replied, her voice still heavy with confusion. "I'm not sure what you're talking about. Are you sure we look the same?"

"Almost the exact same," John replied without hesitation. "You may be younger than her, and your aura's couldn't be more opposite from one another, but in terms of facial appearance, you're the same."

"I…I still don't know how to answer," Laia replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Who is your master?"

"You wouldn't know her," John replied, as Lilian had grown up on the Yuan Continent, far removed from Laia and her Astral Empire. "But she goes by the name Lilian."

The name seemed to strike Laia like it was a battle art that was hitting her, as her face lit up in surprise and shock. John's eyes narrowed as he saw Laia's expression, as he could tell that the name had meant something to Laia. 

Laia fell silent as her face scrunched up in deep contemplation.