Arc Chronicles

Calixte

Calixte Arc

It was her. I was sure of it. That voice was burned into my mind. I would remember it until the day I die. The fighter that almost killed me. She wasn't a born Florentinian, but a mercenary. An Irish mercenary if our information was correct. Emer Gallagher was hands down the best pilot that I had ever had the misfortune of meeting in open-air combat.

"Hello again, Prince Calixte!" Emer said cheerfully. I didn't know if the Irish were called Irish in the world, Britain was named Britannia, but she spoke with a thick Irish accent. It was the kind of accent that would have had me on my knees in my last life, but with that voice, it only struck fear in my heart.

Emer Gallagher almost killed me the last time we met. If the war hadn't ended and she hadn't been forced to withdraw, she would have shot me out of the sky. "Ms. Gallagher."

She turned her plane and started firing. My warplane would have been torn to shreds if my shields hadn't flared to life. I knew she was hiding man