The figure did not speak to him a word at all. With their body language, they kept asking him to keep following them down the hill. Every now and then the figure stops when he finds it difficult to follow the figure's steps which move much faster than the speed of his steps (considering that the figure is a divine being and he is only an ordinary human).
Then his steps stopped, together with seeing the figure of a person who was very familiar to him thanks to a strange dream he had recently--Nicholas Southampton. His attention was diverted from the figure of Nicholas who kept screaming the name of someone who sounded foreign to his ears, focused on the dimensional portal that was starting to close.
"Get close to them."
And before he could ask the meaning of Goddess Morrigan's words, the figure had disappeared from before him, leaving him with no other choice but to take a deep breath. Holding back his anger because Goddess Morrigan didn't say anything to him
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His question seemed to have succeeded in making them flinch, for their crying stopped and they looked up at him in astonishment."You do not look good," he said, watching Nicholas closely. The fear he felt as he approached them disappeared in an instant, replaced by a feeling of anxiety that enveloped him. It was as if his little heart wanted to tell him that this was how she should feel.Was it normal for him to worry about the plight of someone who had killed him and tried to make him part of their stuffed toy collection? Did helping them succeed in becoming a masochist, out of sympathy for the person who once killed him?I must be crazy, he mumbled to himself. He was about to leave Nicholas there alone, as most people should do when they find out that the person who had harmed them was at the lowest point in their lives, but he found herself could not do that. It was as if an urge was preventing him from doing so. Preventing him from leaving someone who clearly needed hi
For a while, he let Nicholas vomit until there was nothing more for Nicholas to throw up. The figure itself was now lying on the grass, still sobbing, it made her feel even more unwilling to let Nicholas be in this place alone."I am sorry..."He bit his lower lip. To hell with the fact that Nicholas was a dragon, once tried to make it one of their doll collections and almost killed Erna. To hell with the fact that Nicholas is a subordinate of William Schneider–the leader of a rebel group against the dragons that had succeeded in destroying the structure of t
Bianca's body froze as soon as she received Erna's embrace, which she thought was too sudden. Deep in her heart, she could not deny the fact that she was over the moon until she felt that she could jump high and touch the earth's atmosphere with overjoyed. She did not expect that Erna would hug her, as the woman was doing to her right now as soon as she entered the room. It was when she was preparing both her mental and her courage to be hated by Erna, right after she brought back Erna's memory of what happened to Alec, that she had no choice but to erase the bitterness of the incident at that time, for the reason that she could not bear to see Erna being so devastated. All she was thinking at that moment was trying to accept whatever reaction Erna would give her, whether the woman would avoid her, or it might be that Erna did not want her existence beside her anymore. Or it might turn out to be eve
"Do you want to hear it directly from me?"She repeated Erna's question with blinking eyes, not knowing whether he should be happy that Erna did not mind her identity as being a vampire at all or feel confused and scared for some reason she did not quite understand at all."Yes. I want to hear everything from you. Was there something wrong with what I just said?" the woman tilted her head in a style that looked cute in her eyes, until it made her flinch from the sight alon
Bianca was now following Erick, who had already walked out of her room wearing a worried look on his face, until just looking at that face had already managed to make her feel uneasy."Erick? What is happening? Do not make me scared! Erick! Answer my question, you moron!"But the man seemed not to have listened to her question, as the man seemed to be preoccupied with his own thoughts. Every now and then the man frowned, occasionally grumbled, and occasionally ruffled his messy hair until she was worried that what Erick was doing would provoke premature baldness (although it was impossible for Erick to be bald in the future, considering that vampires have the ability to recover and regenerate their cells pretty fast comparing to ordinary human)."Erick!"Once again, she tried to call the man's name. This time, in a loud, long voice, while her hands immediately gripped the man's shoulders, forcing the man to meet her gaze as she managed to match his footsteps.For god's sake, just tell
Bianca gulped as Erick opened the door. If it was something in the world that she could relate to how she was feeling at the moment, then she could say that it felt like she was entering one of the churches with vampire hunters already waiting for her arrival to attack and stab her in the heart whenever the opportunity to do so came–in most of the vampire fiction stories or movies that she often watched with her girlfriends in her spare time whenever she had a time to do that.The exception to this was the fact that whatever the vampire hunters do in the fictional story was utter stupidity–considering the fact that it was not only vampires who would die when they got stabbed with a blunt object like that what the vampire hunters told as a holy cross (with the holy water they brought with them for all the time, which she found was very troublesome carrying such things with them everywhere they went), but other living things too. The most ridiculous ideas ever thought up by ancient legen
All the memories slowly flowed out of her mind, like they were moving out of her mind just like an open Pandora's box, bringing up so many strange memories. All this time, she was very sure that her mother, Indri Pedrosa, always hated her older stepbrother’s existence until it always managed to make her feel annoyed by the way her late mother treated her older stepbrother when her late mother was still alive. Be that as it may, she found it strange when she found that in the memories she was seeing at the moment, she did not find a single trace of her late mother’s hatred towards her older stepbrother. Instead, she even found the gentle figure of her late mother, who always smiled not only at her, as she usually saw how her late mother way at her, but she also smiled at her older stepbrother, until it made her not recognise who the woman in her memories was at all. As a result of her not being able to recover quickly from her shock yet, Erick pulled her hand before she could yell a p
Veronica was spending most of the day practising and mastering fighting techniques in the dungeons, all by herself. Until she was forced to rest her body once her body alerted her that she had crossed her limits. As she lay down on the floor of the basement she was in at the moment, she looked up at the ceiling. Untying her hair tie, letting her long wavy hair stick to the floor of the room and ignoring the risk of her hair getting dirty as a result of it. After all, she would be enjoying her time in the bathroom for a little while, so why should she worry about such small things like this? Precisely the threat of having her hair dirty was nothing compared to her fighting ability. She had already mastered the technique of fighting using a wooden stick—which would be of great help to her if she was getting attacked by the enemies outdoors and using the weapon she brought with her later or finding a weapon that resembled a wooden stick that she could find surrounding her—over the past