"He is a cursed child."
Delphine blinked as she looked up at the white mist that was swirling faster.
"It's not what we wanted from him… No! I never needed anything from that child. I swear on my name, Delphine," Mother said with a cold tone, "I have never needed anything… but he is the key."
"K-Key?" Delphine whispered.
"Indeed… the cursed key… the one everyone wants to get their hands on," Mother murmured. "He was meant to die from the very beginning… but fate slipped into the wrong hands. They found him curious and unique, so they took him. They hid him, and they protected him from every eye that wanted him gone.
And now the child has grown.
The cursed key is slowly awakening.
Its strength is rising, preparing to fulfil... what it was born for."
Delphine blinked in confusion, "What… what are you talking about? They? Protected? Fulfil what? Mother, none of this makes sense."
Mother didn't answer. Instead,
