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Summary
Lightkeepers were no stranger to mortal dangers.
For the small price of protecting the innocent villagers residing in Nod Krai, they would risk their own lives fighting back against the Wild Hunt.
And yet, it seemed as if fate had deemed Illuga’s suffering was enough, and blessed him with enough time to grow old in retirement. To grow old in accompanying a certain Lightkeeper that liked to feed strange things to the blue fire nestled in his lamp…and–
“What should I do, Young Master Illuga?” Rarely was Flins’ voice so subdued, void of his usual composure and lighthearted teasing. His eyes were inhumanly bright, and yet, all Illuga could see was the wet shimmer of tears from a being that was older than the biggest of trees scattered all over Nod Krai. “I seem to find myself rather unwilling to imagine that we would no longer have our morning tea by my lighthouse.”
“Oh, Sir Flins.” Illuga smiled, a weathered hand coming to cup this face that remained the same even after the years had gone by. “Sometimes, things just come to an end, that’s all.”
Or in which, Illuga grows old together with Flins.