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"I don't need to hurry.
The best revenge is slow and steady.
By the time you realize,
It'll be far too late." ~Araneae Ruber
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ARCHIBALD CREASED his brows as he wondered what would be important for him to say in private.
"Alright."
They walked further away until Mekov was sure Luella and Nagini were not within listening range. He was so cautious, he put up another wall.
Now this caught Archibald's attention. "What is wrong?"
"You know something is wrong with Luella? Right?"
"Do you mean because she has black hair and eyes even though she is an Alchemara?"
"No, not that. I know why it is so." He answered, and Archibald gave him an eager knowing look. But before he could ask, Mekov shut him down.
"Ask Avonmora, she is that one who knows. But I doubt she would tell you though."
Archibald hummed, as he stared at him. "So what is wrong with her."
