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Cronqvist manor library – 1870
Sonia’s violin sang. She was much happier now(thanks to her family). Sure she still had bad days, when her despair would rise to the surface like a red tide, blighting the good in her life. But those days were fewer, and they were easier to weather when they did come around. And when they did come, bunicul was always there with a shoulder to cry on. The grandfather embraced his granddaughter, caressed her, understanding her completely. Sure, vlad might not look like mathias anymore, but all the good that was buried deep inside him for so long was now on the surface. And he used it to the fullest.
A few days later – sonia’s room
A knock came at the door: enter. Sonia called. The door opened and there stood a maid along with Ezra, Gideon, Amelia and Ayala: hello, comandant Cronqvist. It’s been a long time. Sonia broke down sobbing: Vă rog! Iartă-mă pentru ce ți-am făcut ție și celorlalți! Ezra strode over to her chair: sonia. We made the choice to follow you into battle. Why? Ezra, just for himself, whispered: Pentru că m-am îndrăgostit de tine, Sonia Tepes. Sonia leaned into Ezra and sobbed harder: Multumesc, Ezra Dieudonné. later Sonia turned to the rest of her “friends”, holding ezra’s hand: I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you everything. Gideon chuckled: my ancestor is rolling in his grave right now with jealousy. His face fell: shaft is still alive. You gave him a good beating commander. But he escaped. Sonia exhaled, frustrated: come with me to Castlevania. We’re going to need all the help we can get. Sonia smirked: plus you can meet the leaders of your ancestors’ old unit.