Inside the mayor’s mansion, Atlas looked anxiously at his daughter, his face etched with worry. Before him, his daughter, Effie Jablonski, was bound in chains and surrounded by an arcane array.
“Don’t blame me, Effie. I have no other choice. This is the only way to prevent you from hurting others,” Atlas said, tears in his eyes.
He didn’t want to do this, but after Effie killed several alchemists, the entire mayor’s mansion was besieged by rumors and criticism, leaving him with no alternative.
“Dad, don’t be sad. I won’t blame you. If my illness truly has no cure, then it’s better to end my life. I don’t wish to become a murderous lunatic,” Effie comforted her father.
“Rest assured, I’ve issued a notice. If anyone can cure you, I’m willing to agree to any of their demands. Even if it means relinquishing my mayorship, I’m prepared to do it. I just want you safe and sound.”
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