| Prologue

"You're not needed anymore, Celestin. That's why you have to be gone in this world."

Celestin's so-called father, Vestian Vallejo, the headmaster of the Yves Academy, who once told her that she is his lovely princess, was now looking at her coldly and without mercy.

"Father, I'm so glad that you're still the same trash who abandoned me..." she grinned widely at him. "...because I want to see how long you can keep that stern face of yours, the moment I destroyed everything you've worked hard for." He then squinted his eyes while looking at her with killing intent.

 "Dream on Celestin, you can never defeat a monster like me. Because without anybody? You're nothing. You're a useless woman without any use." His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk.

Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian.

"Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue.

"Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?"

"What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"

"I'm just saying that I'm never going to be anything like you, a corrupted soul who fought evil with evil. You were once a good man, but now, all I see is detritus garbage, greedy for power. You've changed for the worst now you've become the very thing you hated."

"I am not evil! I'm doing the right thing. It's all for the people of Yves!"

"You know what? The people that disgust me are people like you. Who knows that they're doing the wrong thing and yet insists that they are right. You irk me," Celestin said these words and directly spitted at Vestian. Although it did not reach his face, it landed on his chest.

Vestian wiped his clothes harshly and gritted his teeth in anger. The next thing he did was stab his daughter multiple times, not caring where it will land.

Excruciating pain immediately spread from Celestin's chest to every part of her. But contrary to other's expectations, she showed no reaction.

Blood gushed from her body, spurting itself to Vestian's clothes. But he didn't care. Because he had come to the point where he can't even describe the disgust he could feel for this child.

'That's right, I' am doing the right thing... It's all for my people.'

That thought made Vestian's mind calm. But deep in his heart, he knew that all of the things he did were for himself and not for anyone's sake.

He looked at his daughter and expected her to look at him with anger and disappointment, just like her personality. But instead, a grin was what he saw. An eerie grin that slowly gave chills to his spine. Celestin vomited a large amount of blood, yet she still has the energy to laugh.

"I'll be sure to gain allies in my next life, so you better be ready by that time because I won't kill you off that easy."

That's right, father, you better be strong in my next life because it'll be no fun to drag you down if not.

Since you, who introduced me to this abysmal reality, should pay for what you've done.

"I'm going to get rid of trashes like you, do you understand? I will give my all to survive in my next life, and if, in any case, I can't? I swear to fucking drag you down to hell with me. Let's suffer together in my next life, you filthy devil." Celestin still managed to smirk even though blood was spurting from her mouth at every word she utter.

She looked around one last time, using her eyes denied of emotions. Her skin had turned a pale color, and her snow-like hair clung to her forehead as sweat slowly dripped down. Her head slowly tilted upwards, and she rested her eyes towards the vast blue sky. Before she closed her eyes one last time, she smiled and said, "What a way to end my seventy-seventh life." Soon she sensed her soul drifting away from her body and her consciousness gradually fading.

But before her letting herself succumb to death completely, she raised her middle finger for everyone to see and said,

"F*ck you all."