At 8:30, there was a little girl, about 12 years old, running in the garden of a palace while smiling with a smile full of happiness.
She paused for several seconds before directing her gaze towards the beautiful woman approaching her, making her smile grow wider.
She went to her as quickly as she laughed and hugged her leg while speaking happily, "Mom, I'm done."
However, the laughter did not last long, turning into anger mixed with longing as she hit her mother's leg, who was laughing while looking at him.
"You spend too much time wandering around the world and leave me in a ridiculous palace. I missed you so much, you bad mother." A little girl spoke with obvious annoyance while hitting her mother's leg without stopping.
Her mother sat on the grass with signs of laughter still written on his face while holding her tightly to prevent her from escaping.
"Then I am a bad mother, my dear," she said, feigning sadness as she looked at him, trying to escape from his grasp.
"Yes, you are bad, very bad. It has been 4 months since the last visit that you made as if you were a stranger." The tone of a girl's voice was filled with intense resentment as she crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks, expressing her intense anger.
However, her anger turned to extreme sadness, and her tears began to flow abundantly as she looked at her mother, "Do you hate me and try to avoid me all the time? I don't see you up to 6 times a year, as if you were checking if I was alive or dead."
"...."
Her mother remained silent without saying anything. Her daughter's words were filled with sadness and longing. She sighed deeply while throwing herself on the grass.
She hugged her daughter, pressing her face to her chest, while smiling a half-hearted smile while patting her head gently without saying a single word. In the end, she did not find anything to say to her daughter that would contradict her words.
She admitted in her innermost self that she was a bad mother and preferred her studies to raising her only daughter
"I'm sorry, my dear. I was very bad. Your mother apologizes for her careless behavior," she said regretfully while stroking her daughter's hair, who was pressing her face into her chest.
She raised her head to show puffiness in her eyelids and redness in each of her cheeks, and she looked at her for several seconds before speaking with arrogance and childish arrogance, "Of course you should be sorry for neglecting someone like me. An apology alone is not enough. You have to treat me like a princess all this week. I want you to treat me with the utmost level of luxury."
Her mother looked at her for several seconds with clear annoyance before she raised it with both hands while speaking in annoyance while swinging it in an air of, "You are taking advantage of an opportunity wonderfully, you naughty child."
A girl kept laughing out loud while enjoying her swing like a little bird
Saturday 30, 675 On the next day of war between the monster rulers and the city of Uspeckers, at 6:30 in the morning, Ypatris was waking up from her sleep, tired and exhausted from a previous battle against the Goblin ruler Cavlior.
Patrice's gaze was too cold as she looked at him at the ceiling, ignoring everything that was happening around her
Her focus was on that strange dream that this girl and that gentleman had. She did not know anything about them, even their names, yet she felt an intense familiarity that she did not understand the reason for.
She got up from her bed while wiping her face, removing the remnants of sleep that were still remaining
She directed her gaze to a clock hanging on the wall of a room and spoke calmly, "It is 6:30 in the morning. Today is our last day in Uspeakers City."
Patrice then left the bedroom for the bathroom to shower and remove her body's fatigue to prepare for the day
Patrice closed her eyes as hot water poured abundantly over her body
She felt extremely cold in her body, making the hot water seem cold to her
She leaned against a wall and fell to the ground, looking lifeless, not because she died, but because she had lost the desire to live for a reason she herself did not know.
There was a burning feeling in her heart telling her that everything that was happening in this world was absurd and unjust
She directed her gaze to the ground while her tears flowed abundantly from his eyes without any convincing reason for him. The feeling of longing increased every second.
It was as if there was an absent person whom she wanted to see again, but she did not know who he was, and this made her even more confused than before.
She covers her face while her aura is a mixture of tyrannical darkness, resembling the aura of demons in fantasy worlds and the tyrannical holiness of angels in fantasy worlds.
However, it did not last long because she automatically sealed the power of the other Martha, so she wiped her tears and directed her gaze towards the ceiling of the other Martha.
Her gaze was cold, devoid of any feelings, as if she was inactive in the deepest part of herself, directing her gaze towards her reflection
To find a girl whose face was half carved, while blood and stuffing ran down her shoulder, and she looked at her with an empty look, without any life to move, her lips reflected very slowly, "Why did you do this to me?"
Patrice's pupils shrunk to the size of pins while cold sweat poured profusely from her body and her heartbeat accelerated in an alarming manner as the pain, sadness and despair became more burning than it was before.
To scream out loud while hitting a mirror with great force, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa festivals's pages....
While she was screaming and hitting the mirror, which was several meters long, she worked as an assistant to clean the back or to check if someone had forcefully entered the bathroom due to a special design.
She heard a faint sound, the source of which she did not know, but she realized one thing that her mind was making
But when you didn't know that, "You killed me countless times."
Beatrice was silent as she placed her head on the surface of the mirror, signs of shock still attached to his facial features, refusing to disappear.
Then she goes back automatically, leaning her back against a wall for several seconds
Before leaving the bathroom, wearing her clothes, she looked calmly, or I prefer to say an artificial coldness
As soon as she arrived at Wajda's kitchen, several plates of various food were placed on a beautiful wooden table
She spoke in a calm tone while she was sitting at a table eating food after she realized who had prepared it, "It's Yuta Caseral, but how did he get the keys to my room, oh my God...."
Patrice could not complete her sentence because of the tears that were flowing from her eyesBecause the longing suddenly increased in her heart for that person, she spoke tremblingly, as if that person's name was the hardest thing to pronounce, "Allie...Allie...Allie...damn, who the hell are you, who are you?"
Beatrice spoke angrily while looking at food, but she found herself eating it. It was a longing stronger than the anger of a desire that was a feeling of a memory that happened in the past that had never happened to her.
Every agony was a mixture of bliss and torment, longing, forgetfulness, and memory
Half an hour later, Beatrice placed a spoon on the table from her hand to drink the orange juice that was next to her
Patrice's feelings at that moment were a strange mixture of happiness, sadness, gratitude, hatred, longing, and denial of everything that happened to her.
She then left her house temporarily after hiding the signs of intense crying on his face using Konoa
Beatrice was wandering around the city of Euspeakers, which was still in the midst of the chaos caused by the people of the city who were trying to flee from it.
However, she did not comment on anything, as the city of Uspeckers was destroyed, even though no monster had entered it
The fear of the desire to live, the fear of death, makes people into monsters after themselves
Their desire to destroy themselves caused the death of 2,346 people and the injury of approximately 345 injuries, ranging from superficial to serious.
If a monster had attacked, all these deaths would not have occurred. It was caused by their own lack of cooperation and rational thinking, which made them like raging donkeys running from a lion with all savagery, even though the lion was inside a cage.
Beatrice continued on her way, ignoring the bodies that had not yet been collected. They were still collecting them and classifying them according to gender, injury, and cause.
To complete his path without saying anything. Once again, everything was clear and did not need any criticism
A mother left her daughter to live, and a father sacrificed his child to keep alive. Relationships such as love, friendship, family, and partnership, if death enters into them, destroy them. They are all like continental plates, always moving apart and coming together, but they do not cross over the other, but humans do, trampling on each other.
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While Ypatrice was wandering around the city of Euspikers without a clear goal, she heard a familiar voice that she had heard a while before the monster rulers attacked when she was with Lucy.
She turned her gaze towards an old man from whom she had bought two cups of iced orange juice
Beatrice kept looking at his miserable, pitiful appearance, his clothes torn and several parts of his body swollen, leaning helplessly against a wall heavily.
There were still traces of tears on his face, but he was smiling slightly as he looked at him
His smile was strangely warm for her to look at her with some curiosity in his facial expressions
To sit next to him while she draws several lines of varying shapes and sizes
To speak with a mixture of calmness and amazement, "When you smile, sir, old man, even though you have lost something that you used to feed on, and you are suffering from several injuries to the point that you are unable to walk."
"Oh, I apologize. I did not introduce myself. My name is Beatrice Azwassen, the granddaughter of the former Magic Emperor, Boswell Azwassen."
An old man remained silent for several seconds before he spoke in a calm tone, "My name is Ahmed bin Abd Iyab, from a western continent. I traveled to a central continent several hundred years ago."
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"In addition to that, I thank you for your concern for me. I am a weak servant. My Lord afflicts me with countless trials, but He will not forget His servants. He brought me to comfort your pain in the moment of your sadness and confusion, and He brought you to cry so that I could comfort my pain and sadness, and so that my Lord may compensate me with something better than what He deprived me of."
Patrice continued to look at him for several seconds before she spoke in a calm voice as she inspected his body inch by inch, "Didn't Islam recommend behaving kindly to parents, but I see you working. Don't you have children who take care of you and manage your condition and weakness, and you are less resourceful?"
Sadness appeared on his face after hearing Beatrice's words, and he then spoke, breaking the silence, "My children died several years ago, and my wife died during the chaos that befell the city of Uspeckers. I lost a lot in a short time, and yet I am still a patient, grateful servant."
"I know that something seems illogical to you because you are an infidel and believe in Jesus Christ. Isn't what I said true?"
Beatrice looked at him for a long time while trying to understand where Naqash was going with her, so she spoke confidently and broke Ahmed's expectations, "No, I am not a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Buddhist, nor a Hindu, although my religion is not important."
"However, life is not fair, and you must think about your life. I am not saying that I am disdainful of your religion, but at the same time, you must persevere. Nothing comes for free in this world, and you are the person who knows that the most."
So she took out a storage ring from her dimensional space while giving it to him with a slight smile on her face, "Nevertheless, you were right. God brought me to relieve your loneliness and give you what God has written for you of provision."
Beatrice immediately left the place without saying anything and with a slight smile on her face, but she disappeared after several minutes had passed.
To return her gaze to Ahmed's place, she found him praising his Lord, with tears in his eyes, with indescribable joy and happiness, so she continued on her way immediately after that.
While Ypatrice was wandering around the city of Yospeikris, she met Peota, looking at corpses with a look colder than hers, and a tear falling from his eyes involuntarily.
Remembering his weakness in his previous life and the bodies of civilians, the bodies of his comrades, friends and family that he lost in his previous life when the fool was easy to deceive.
However, it disappeared in tears before Beatrice noticed it, as it was a very serious weakness for Guy and might cause him to suffer many losses in the future.
To speak in a calm tone while looking at corpses after he lost that previous emotion, no acting to show that he was fine, rather his psychological state was indifferent.
"How are you, my dear Beatrice? You look happy today. Was that an impressive old man?"
Beatrice looked at him for several seconds in surprise before she stood next to him while looking at the corpses with the same look as Yuta Bard.
"Thank you, Yuta, for a meal that was delicious as always."
"There is no need to thank you, consider it a reward for your previous efforts."
Beatrice looked at him for a long time from the corner of her gray eyes, using her real eye, trying to understand the actions of the person standing in front of her.
To find an overwhelming dark and light golden aura interspersed with an aura without any color or shape. It is not even an aura, as if it was something that had not been seen before, emerging from the coming together of two overwhelming auras.
After a period of time from the observer not exceeding two seconds toFor a moment, something resembling a crown appears inside a golden halo, and something resembling a skull appears in an overwhelming dark halo.
As if a ruler and death were colliding together to create something that she did not yet understand and did not want to understand. Some things must remain unknown in order to preserve her life.
She knew Yuta's dark side after observing him for the past months, even though he treated her very kindly
She looked at him directly for several minutes before raising both her hands towards him while speaking, "Can you carry me?"
Yuta looked at him for several seconds as if he was trying to understand her real intention or where she wanted to go. However, he carried her so that she could place her head on his chest. With that, he carried her many times while she was sleeping, here and there until it was a hair's breadth.
Feeling an incomprehensible feeling of protection from Kyouta's person, yet she could not help herself from the question that had been running through his mind since they first met, "I want to ask you something. Why are you doing all this? I'm not saying that I don't deserve it or that I'm just a cold, foolish girl isolated from people."
"But on the other hand, you kill people if they serve your goals, such as your killing of Volger, even though you helped Fatima. It is still doubtful. You could have just left her, but you placed one of your followers to protect her."
"On top of that, even her behavior was suspicious. She was not affected after his death. There is no fear or anything that happens to a normal person when he sees someone die in that way. In addition to that, he took the place of Kazumaru, the leader of a terrorist organization, and pretended to be injured even though nothing happened to you."
"All your actions are based on hidden goals, and I doubt that you are from the Caseral family. Even so, you act with me as if I was not part of the plan at that moment in the first meeting, while looking at me as if I were a part that did not like to be present."
Yuta looked at him with undisguised astonishment, realizing that she was watching him. After all, she was stronger than the Goblin Ruler of Cavliore, and close to the level of the Yulven Wolves Ruler and the Nagazis Snake Ruler, as she currently demonstrated her strength.
Therefore, it is impossible for Kono to work on her. Moreover, she was very suspicious of anyone, so his monitoring of him was not strange, as she had been watching him at the beginning before he erased her memory of her and both Lucy and Tom in the first days at the academy.
After they discovered information about the owner of the original body, it would have spoiled his plans, because the black and white scorpion that was responsible for the experiment that made the owner of the original body a mixture between a demon, an angel, and a dragon, and their presence was important to his plans, and Beatrice was not the exception.
He smiled lightly as he looked at him, and she behaved like a kitten, placing half of her face in his chest, to the point where it seemed that she had forgotten her main goal, which was to prove her suspicions.
However, the part of him that felt alone found in staying next to Yuta safe, warm, and protective. He did not understand why it was as if he was by Yuta's side that she could not understand.
""With you, you weren't part of my plan. That's what I wanted to hear. My goal at the academy is to prove myself and to get beautiful wives. Hahaha, just kidding. I came to the Verselkin Academy because I was bored, nothing more, and I wanted to see some fools develop," Yuta said calmly, with a hint of sarcasm.
He placed Patrice on the ground again while looking at the sky while leaning his back against a fence. "You must understand my past in order to know my future."
Beatrice kept looking at him before leaving the place, while a slight smile was on the tip of her lips, "Okay, we have to go to the place where the students gather. It's time to return to the academy soon. Tomorrow, preparations will begin for the celebration of the thousand-year anniversary of the defeat of the demon world, and we have to be present."
Let Yuta head towards it with steady steps to continue their encirclement towards the meeting center for students heading to Versalkin Academy.
Ending what had been a battle that reeked of the repulsive smell of blood, sweat, and corpses, and the sounds were intense crying and cries for help, to be replaced by a battle that reeked of perfumes, and the sights were pleasant and comforting to the hearts, and the sounds were the laughter of hypocrites and the machinations of a selfish politician.