Reon and the Crown Prince

"You can't find him, Ava?"

Seven-year-old Ava sat in front of her, holding her hands. Despite her tender countenance, her expression remained solemn and grave. She shook her head.

[There's something I need to tell you, my dearest Sister,] Ava said.

Isla's eyes wavered, knowing something unimaginably bad was happening.

[It appears... your friend Reon might be...]

"No! R-Reon is the strongest person I've ever met! He... he...!"

[Isla...]

[You told me he was purchased to become a Dark Mage's pupil, right?] Ava asked calmly; her eyes started to water.

Isla burst out in tears. "Yes... I did..."

[I vow to continue searching, I promise you that, but... my Sister, I must share with you the distressing revelations I've uncovered during my months-long search...]

Ava narrated to her truthfully and also censored a lot of devastating and cruel things a seven-year-old like Isla shouldn't hear.