Pressure

The city was in shambles and civilians protested in front of the other HQ for the heroes. Some citizens wanted to migrate to Blood Lily's country.

Lucian returned home and saw Lyla, alone at the dining table. Out of curiosity she came closer and saw her little girl was drawing on a napkin.

"That's a great picture, dear." Lucian smiled

Lyla exclaimed, "I...I'm sorry!"

"No don't be." Lucian went "I think it's a great hobby. Can...can I have it? Oh, we could frame it"

"No."

They turned around and saw Hugo at the doorway in a morning gown. His refined muscles peeked through as water dripped down his ruffled hair. Lucian told Lyla to go to her room and looked at his angry expression.

"Where were you?!" Hugo asked with a deep frown

Lucian replied, "....I'm sorry."

"You won't tell me, huh?" Hugo went "Alright, just don't make a mistake like that. The causalities would have reduced."

"Would they really?" she mumbled

Hugo was surprised by what she said and didn't even know what type of express
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