The More I learn, The More I Lost

Rosetta vividly remembered the memory that had been buried for a long time, after Lucien had given her information about someone—or maybe an organization—called 'LC'.

She was ten years old at the time, and her sister, Rosella, was seven. They were in the drawing room, spending their time playing and avoiding their studies.

Rosetta noticed her sister drawing something on the table. Initially, she didn't care, but Rosella's repeated drawing of the same figure piqued her curiosity.

She approached her sister, observing her small hands working with crayons. The drawings were crude and childish, but one thing stood out: the figure with long blonde hair and red eyes.

In Nereideia, it was uncommon for men to have long hair, which added to Rosetta's confusion about her sister's drawings.

"Who is that?" Rosetta asked, pointing to one of the drawings and picking it up. "And what is this 'LC' thing?" She showed the drawing to her sister.