"Wow, that was pretty interesting. I didn't really feel bored reading through that at all." Yasuline would comment in amazement as she finishes the last sentence on the page, she would curiously skim through the pages she has yet to read. The White Reaper would get up from his seat and begin to look through the row of books on the shelves. Interested in that, She would set the book to the side table between the seats to get back to it at a later point. As she stood near him, the scenario she was in begins to set in her mind. Here she was, the princess of Lumines, standing next to the world's most dangerous man anyone has ever seen. Something like this never crossed her mind when she would imagine the various scenarios and skits she would pretend would happen if she was a skilled adventurer.

The town of Garn was a quiet home to many people in the mountain region of the northern continent. Protected by mountains on all sides, they were accustomed to being among themselves and rarely had an incident caused them to develop any enemies. That would fair true if it wasn't for the day that we were introduced to the Reaper. His image was unclear at first. some believed him to be a spirit of the godbeasts, bent on punishing those who have long forgotten their creators and their love. Others claimed it to be the missing King of the demones who had taken revenge on the world and they were the first victims. In time, we would understand who this Reaper was. But to know his intent and abilities, we learned at the first impression. The peaceful town that nobody knew or disliked had disappeared off the face of the world. In its place were large stones that had fallen from the tip of the mountains once protecting the people there. A month had to pass before the goodwill of the neighboring towns who dug through would find remnants of the town. No survivors

"Oh wow, that's horrible. Umm. You didn't really cause all that did you?" She would ask hesitantly at him. Pointing at the pages that she just read. He would take the book into his hands and quickly skimmed through the paragraphs. Once he finished, he would shake his head and hands it back.

"Well, that is a relief. Though I wonder what happened to the town." She would say as she skims through the book again to find another entry about the White Reaper.

After mourning for the town, the question of why remained in the air until the next incident occurred that that Reaper commenced. The answer came unexpectedly when another town would suffer the same fate. The town was a new city, made by the last survivors of the drago race, they would attempt to build a utopia for themselves and other magic-users in the hopes of making a promising future for Atlas. Only this time instead of being crushed, the city would be imploded with some form of magick disruption. Annihilating all life that lived at the south-eastern end of Finnoe. This was when the world was able to fully identify the reaper for what he was. Donning a white coat with blue flames, it gave the people a name to remember and mark in their hearts to always be wary of; the White Reaper.

"Wow, I thought only good things happened in Atlas. This is pretty tragic. And you didn't cause this one either right?"

Yasuline was a bit surprised by his answer. Gesturing that his involvement with the incident was partial. Considering how much the world seems to label him as some evil being. She wasn't sure what to make with such a answer like that. But she didn't feel any malicious intent as he pondered about it.

'Maybe it was an accident. He didn't outright lie about it, after all.' She had thought.

Giving him the benefit of the doubt, she would skim through more. None of the other incidents would seem as disturbing as the first two. Most of them only depict him as a symbol of destruction as he would appear before any incident or disaster that occurred. None of which he would confess to doing. Digging deeper she pulls out more supposed records of him, more and more he would deny. With the one, he would nod and accept completely was the murder of the Lunaclaw Queen. With the flow of answers and thoughts in her mind, she bared a question to him.

"Was she like, evil?"

He nods. No hesitation.

Her head was filled and her heart was mostly content with the information. She looked up at the window far above in the ceiling. An orange hue ray beamed through and caused a spotlight on the wall of the other side.

"Wow, is it really that late? That's convenient, but also kinda sad. She would let loose a yawn as she heads back to her seat with one of her father's books in hand. Things got quiet between the two of them as the White Reaper. Yasuline's lack of energy made her subconsciously begin reading through her book quietly. It didn't take so long for her to fall asleep on the seat, the book slides onto her lap. The White Reaper would begin to take his coat off to offer to her like a blanket of sorts. The door to the library begins to make noise as the mechanisms begin opening up.