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The Magic Knight's silver blade hung just an inch from Zagato's neck. He had no magical energy left, his dark robes were ripped, and he was pressed against the cold stone floor of his destroyed sanctuary. He looked up at the red-haired intruder, breathing hard, waiting for the punishment that would end his rebellion.
Hikaru Shidou let out a shaky breath, her small hands trembling on the hilt of her huge sword.
She lowered the weapon.
"I won't kill you," Hikaru whispered, sounding very sure in the dusty air.
Zagato blinked. His very smart mind couldn't understand this clear defiance of Cephiro's rules. "You're a Magic Knight. Your only job is to get rid of the threat to the Pillar. Do what you're supposed to, child."
"My job is to protect people, not kill someone who's already beaten," Hikaru firmly replied, sliding her blade back into its sheath with a click. She knelt beside him, even though dark magic was still coming off his skin. "You're coming with me. If Clef or the others find you, they'll kill you. I'll make sure you never attack the palace again, but you will live."
*
Three weeks went by in the underground room beneath the castle's far eastern part. Hikaru had made the room stronger with a private fire magic barrier, a glowing red seal that kept Zagato inside and hidden from Guru Clef, Umi, and Fuu.
Zagato sat on the simple stone bench in his cell, his hands on his knees. He heard light, steady footsteps coming down the hallway.
The iron door creaked open. Hikaru walked into the room, carrying a wooden tray with warm soup, fresh bread, and clean bandages. She gave him a bright, tired smile that made the high priest's chest feel uneasy.
"Good evening, Zagato," Hikaru said in a happy voice, putting the food on the small table near his bed. "How's your shoulder pain today?"
The high priest looked at the food, then up at the person holding him. He intentionally made his gaze colder, going back to the tricky personality that had controlled Cephiro's politics for hundreds of years. "You're wasting your efforts, Magic Knight. My magic is slowly healing itself. The moment I get my strength back, I'll break this small cage and start my mission to tear down your precious world again."
"Then I'll just have to stop you again," Hikaru answered without anger or fear. She came closer, knelt beside him, and gently reached for the ties of his tunic to check his wounds.
Zagato flinched a little at the sudden warmth of her fingers, his dark eyes narrowing. "You trust too easily. It's a deadly flaw. I could easily choke you right now while you're taking care of me."
"You could try," Hikaru agreed, her eyes still on the jagged burn mark on his shoulder. She gently put on a soothing herbal cream with practiced movements. "But you won't. You don't actually want to destroy everything, Zagato. You're just lonely. You've spent your whole life carrying the weight of this world without anyone asking if you were tired."
Her words hit him hard, like a physical punch. Zagato opened his mouth to give a sarcastic reply to break her innocent hope, but the words got stuck in his throat. He looked down at her face. There was no meanness in her expression. No hidden plan, no political games, and no fear. She was open, showing him raw, honest truth.
"Tell me about the old days," Hikaru said softly, wrapping clean linen around his body. "Before the Princess became the Pillar. What was Cephiro like when you were young?"
Zagato stared at her hand, which stayed delicately on his chest even after the bandage was secure. His mind, always planning three steps ahead, suddenly became quiet. He realized with terrifying clarity that he no longer wanted to find a way out of the cell. Escaping meant going back to the cold, lonely reality of his duty and his rebellion. Here, inside this hidden stone room, with a fierce girl from another world watching him, he felt seen for the very first time in his life.
The quietness of the dungeon changed as Hikaru sat back on her heels, her bright eyes reflecting the dim torchlight. She started talking about her own world, a place called Tokyo, speaking with gentle respect that surprised the high priest. She described a busy home full of barking dogs, kendo practice, and a mother who managed a big, messy household with strong, never-ending love.
Zagato listened silently and his mind was. studying the details of her memories. He noticed how Hikaru's body relaxed whenever she mentioned her mother, a woman who apparently had the same stubborn, protective warmth that Hikaru brought to this kingdom. The high priest realized that Hikaru's empathy wasn't a fluke or a magic curse; it was something passed down by a mother who had raised a girl strong enough to go against the cruelest rules of a foreign universe just to keep a defeated enemy alive.
As Hikaru kept talking about her distant home, her sleepy tone slowly disappeared beneath growing excitement. She sat up straighter beside him, her hands moving wildly as she described crowded Tokyo streets filled with bright signs, tiny food shops, and trains so full people had to squeeze together just to fit inside.
“And my older brothers are so loud,” Hikaru laughed, pushing a strand of red hair behind her ear. “One time they tried to feed curry to all our dogs at once, and the kitchen turned into a complete disaster. My mother was so angry, but then she started laughing too.”
Zagato watched her animated face in silence. Every memory made her eyes brighter, every story pulling more life into the cold stone room around them. For hundreds of years, he had only known the stiff loyalty and careful masks of Cephiro’s court. Listening to Hikaru speak so openly about her home felt almost unreal.
When she talked about her mother, though, her voice always softened.
“She worked harder than anyone I know,” Hikaru said quietly, smiling down at her hands. “But no matter how tired she is, she still makes time for everybody.”
Zagato lowered his stare, thinking about the distant woman he would never meet. A mother who had raised a girl kind enough to spare an enemy she barely knew, and girl reckless enough to believe even a monster deserved mercy.