ANASTASIA

XI

The right word may be effective, but no word was ever as effective as a rightly timed pause.

— Mark Twain

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(A few moments prior to the fight within the laboratory)

“Are books not enough to prove your point?” standing by the door, Vesper’s eyes are on the metallic knob where his hand is gripping onto. He thought of extracting information, but given the flow of their conversation, he could only leave and give one last question to the tight-lipped crown prince.

“I am not foolish to believe that you yielded no results the past days, Crown Prince of Valhalla. But I am understanding enough to put this matter on pause.” He continued; his back is still facing the prince whose eyes are laced with suspicions towards him.

“Her self-regeneration is as quick as seven hours alone.” He said,