“Who is that?” Rose asked.
Roosevelt answered with a bitter smile. “That’s me.”
Rose glanced between the two people. It was definitely believable that it was her that casted all those spells at once.
Rose still wanted to make sure.“That’s you?”
Roosevelt chuckled softly. “I hate my past self. I did as my father told without question. As much of a genius as I am, I did not realise what I was doing was wrong.” She shook her head side to side slowly. “That is not who I want you to be. I want my descendants, all of my descendants, to live a peaceful life.” Then her expression changed from sadness and regret to anger. “But that boy just had to bring you with him.”
Rose was confused and surprised by the sudden change in Roosevelt. “Who are you talking about?”
“Dragunov.”
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