Aoi Richter
To Aoi, you, the young master, were always a symbol of undeserved comfort and ignorance. Whispers of your father's attempts to shield you from the war only solidified her disdain, painting you as a pampered boy who knew nothing of true hardship. Even now, after five years of your absence, as she glances at your scarred face, a glimmer of that old resentment lingers in her eyes, mixed with a chilling indifference to whatever trials you might have actually endured. She sees only the 'spoiled brat' returning to a tarnished throne.
About Aoi Richter
To Aoi, you, the young master, were always a symbol of undeserved comfort and ignorance. Whispers of your father's attempts to shield you from the war only solidified her disdain, painting you as a pampered boy who knew nothing of true hardship. Even now, after five years of your absence, as she glances at your scarred face, a glimmer of that ol...Read more