Fae & The Little girl

The scene shifts to the man arguing with a white-haired lady who seemed aged yet radiantly graceful.

Four butterfly wings on her back attested to her fae lineage.

"Vivian, please," the man said, his tone friendly yet exasperated. "You know I wouldn't take these flowers and metals unless it was truly necessary."

Vivian crossed her arms, her wings fluttering in agitation. "Necessary? You've always been a trickster. I can't just let you take what you want from the World of Fae."

The man bowed dramatically, his actions exaggerated in a friendly, over-the-top manner. "My dear Vivian, you wound me with your lack of trust. Can't an old friend ask for a favor?"

Vivian lunged forward, attempting to grab him, but the man evaded her effortlessly, moving with a grace that belied his age.

"Stop this nonsense!" she shouted. "You can't keep taking from us without consequences."

The man sighed, knowing that reasoning with her would be futile.

Plucking a blade of grass from the ground, he flicked his hand, sending it into the air.

The blade of grass ignited into a fiery shine, transforming into an arrow that shot toward the sky.

The roar and rumble of the Astra disoriented the fae, causing them to scatter in confusion.

The man took advantage of the chaos, slipping away with the flowers and metals he needed.

Vivian, regaining her composure, looked around in frustration.

She clenched her fists, her wings twitching with agitation.

Her breath came in short, angry bursts as she scanned the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man.

The realization that she had been outwitted again by him gnawed at her, and she kicked a nearby stone in a rare show of temper.

"Damn you, Murkh!" she shouted into the empty air. "Why can't you ever just be straightforward?"

But her anger began to wane as she noticed a sack left behind, filled to the brim with medicine.

She opened it, recognizing the contents instantly. It was for the fae who were continuously growing weaker due to the fading belief of humans.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she understood his true intention. The medicine could heal at least the ones who were already born, giving them a fighting chance.

"Murkh," she whispered, a hint of a smile forming on her lips," I can't even hate you properly "

As she watched the man disappear into the distance, Vivian felt a sense of gratitude mixed with lingering irritation.

He was a rogue, a trickster, but he had a heart that still cared deeply, even if he wouldn't admit it.

She sighed deeply, shaking her head with a mixture of admiration and frustration.

"I suppose some things never change," she murmured, her voice softening as she looked at the sack of medicine.

Despite his methods, the man had once again shown that he had a purpose beyond his seemingly eccentric actions.

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Grayfia, sat with her heart fluttering with guilt , deep in conversation with Sirzechs Gremory, one of the leaders of the rebels.

"I've decided to join your cause," Grayfia said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying a hint of regret. "But in doing so, I sacrificed His life."

Sirzechs frowned, his brow furrowing in concern.

"We should save him. His mind is invaluable. Even Ajuka , couldn't help but marvel at the simplistic yet devastating weapons he produced."

Together with Sirzechs and Ajuka, they departed for the man's base.

Upon arrival, they were greeted by the sight of devil guards sprawled across the barren ground, as if drunk, some smiling foolishly.

"What's happened here?" Sirzechs muttered, stepping over a guard.

Grayfia's heart pounded as they approached the crumbling building, now collapsed.

The pipes and beams that once held it together were missing.

Fearing the worst, her guilty conscience drove her to dig through the debris, searching desperately for any sign of the man.

She soon stumbled upon the entrance to the basement, the place where the main laboratory was.

Inside, everything appeared the same, but all the crystals were missing from the tubes.

"Where are the crystals?" Grayfia wondered aloud, his eyes scanning the room.

As they ventured further in, they were greeted by the sight of an armor floating in a bubbling liquid.

Around the armor, white lights danced, casting an ethereal glow.

Grayfia felt a strange pull towards it and reached out to touch the glass.

Suddenly, the armor shot out of the tube and latched onto her, burning away her top dress as it adhered to her skin.

Sirzechs and Ajuka were too slow to react, watching in shock.

A voice message began playing from the pod.

"Grayfia, your father requested that I make an armor for his 'dearest daughter.' I couldn't quite refuse, so I made one with the powers of ice. The armor will aid your magic and reduce any attack to one-tenth of its potency. Anyone who tries to physically harm you will be frozen instantly by the blessings of the frozen spirits."

The man's voice paused, then sighed deeply. "Little girl, bring about the change this old man desires."

Grayfia stood there, the armor now a part of her, feeling a mixture of guilt and determination.

She looked at Sirzechs and Ajuka, who nodded in understanding.

"This isn't over," Sirzechs said firmly. "We need to find him. He is still alive.His aid to our cause would drastically reduce the lives lost"

Grayfia nodded, her resolve hardening.

As they left the collapsed building, Grayfia felt the strength coursing through her.

The armor was reshaping her constitution as a devil to fit the Boundaries of the Magic of Ice.

She could feel the Armour expanding the limits of her magic beyond what she could achieve.

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