"Xixi — who is the third?" the little servant asked, eyes huge with curiosity.
Silvana folded her hands and let out a quiet, reverent breath. "I'll tell you her name in a moment," she said. "First — listen to what she achieved."
There was a hush in the hall. Even the torchlight seemed to lean in.
"First," Silvana began, voice low and almost musical, "she cleared the White Craptle Tower in eighty years — eighty. Faster than the others. Faster than anyone we'd ever believed possible."
Xixi's jaw dropped. "Eighty?!"
Silvana smiled a little, the kind of smile that had seen things no one else should. "Not only that. She passed every one of the hundred floors without a single scratch. No spilled blood. No broken skin. Not a single bruise."
GASP.
Xixi could barely breathe. "What… that's impossible."
Silvana's eyes glittered. "Listen. She did something even Lord White could not."
Xixi's voice dropped to a whisper. "W-what?!"
Silvana chuckled, the sound a little dangerous. "She tamed them."
The room froze. The word echoed like a bell.
"Tamed? The final bosses? The monsters White himself sealed?"
Silvana nodded. "Every one. One hundred final bosses, and nearly a thousand regular bosses. Not a single one destroyed. No slaughter. Not even a kill. She walked into their arenas, and where others would provoke a war, they bowed. They followed. They became… gentle as puppies."
Xixi's cheeks flushed with a single, wild thought: How?
Silvana leaned closer, conspiratorial. "Remember — most of those creatures were locked because they attacked anything that resembled Lord White. The monsters would see him and want to shred him. But when they saw her… they did not attack. They calmed. They changed."
She made a small, wry face. "It's like the world decided for once to be merciful."
Xixi's eyes were wide as constellations. "Then… what do we call her?"
Silvana's voice dropped to a hush, as if the name itself deserved ceremony. "Her titles are many. Queen of Untamable Monsters. The strongest tamer we have ever recorded. A spellcaster so adept that even the old legends could not match her. And above all — she is the most loyal servant to our Lord."
She paused, then added, almost fondly: "Her name is… Arie Ixia."
The name landed like a storm.
Xixi's heart hammered. "Arie… Ixia? That's — that's so many titles. Why Arie? Why the last name?"
Silvana's eyes softened. "Because Lord White himself bestowed it. This is not a simple honor — it is a binding. Arie is the surname of those closest to him."
Xixi hesitated. "Tell me… her past. Where did she come from?"
Silvana's expression darkened. The room dimmed at the weight of memory.
"She was a human once," Silvana said simply. "Before any power, before the immortality and the titles, she was a child with nothing."
A single image uncoiled in everyone's minds: a little girl alone on a dirty street.
"She was an orphan. Her step-parents used her as a tool of relief for their cruelties — beating her, starving her, treating her like nothing. She endured it, kept silent; the house was all she had."
Xixi's hand flew to her mouth. Silvana's voice barely rose above a thread. "One day she overheard them planning to kill her. That was the breaking point. She left. Homeless, terrified… and then her planet — Vingara — was destroyed in the Invertal War."
Silvana's fingers trembled. "The angels did this. The world burned. She should have died. But something in her would not break. Lord White found her in the ash."
A hush. Even the ancient servants felt the stillness like a pressure on the chest.
"White killed the perpetrators — the angels responsible. He reached into the wreckage and felt something pure and terrible in that child. He sensed potential." Silvana's voice grew steadier. "He used a fraction of his sector to heal her, to shield her. He offered her a choice: to become his servant."
Xixi blinked. "She accepted?"
Silvana nodded. "She accepted — not because she craved power, but because she finally had someone who did not want to use or hurt her. He gave her a family."
There was a small, almost childlike scene Silvana painted: White sweeping the dirt from Ixia's cheeks, handing her clean robes, teaching her to stand tall. The transformation was immediate and holy — Filth to radiance in a breath.
"But healing was only the start," Silvana continued. "White told her of the White Craptle Tower. He sent her to it. The tower refines and tempers — but for most, it bleeds them out over centuries. For Ixia? Eighty years sharpened her, and something else happened along the way."
Xixi leaned forward, hungry for the rest.
"She never killed," Silvana said again, like a mantra. "She did not cleave the beasts. She touched them, sang to them with spells older than the legends, and they bowed. The final bosses — the colossi that would have burned whole armies — became her guardians."
Silvana's voice fell, reverent and a little afraid. "White himself admitted there are things his sector could not tame. Ixia did."
Xixi swallowed. "She could be the most dangerous person in the realm — and also its kindest."
Silvana's eyes flashed. "Dangerous because she can command the uncontrollable. Kind because she will not slaughter to win."
She stood, and the hall seemed to breathe with her. "That is why she is one of the three."
Silvana let the silence sit a heartbeat. "The last — the third — is more complicated. She is unique in a way we have not yet fully learned to name. I will tell you of her next."
Xixi's whisper was a prayer and a dare. "Tell me soon."
Silvana smiled, small and certain. "Prepare for war, child. The world is waking."
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Prepare for war now.