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Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen
I had always lived my life as a simple young woman with no problem. Why wouldn't I? I had everything an average person should dream of having. My sister and I made an amazing team. I mean if you didn't compare her extremely tall and skinny physique to my petite shape. Or why we didn't shared the same long coal black hair that cascaded down her back every time she walked.
To be honest, she was the exact opposite of me. And I had always envied that part of her. But the two of us were inseparable.
Until all hell attacked.
Life had always been all good to me. Our town was a small one compared to others, but it was a town where the little spirit called 'peace' reigned. The people of Beladonia made it so peaceful. Various kinds of soul of generous, loyal and respectful people. From the old men and women, down to the little children. The kingdom feast held every year during the first week of winter was always a magical one. Foods and drinks from the nobles wer
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"Four weeks after, and we still haven't found the cure." Tobin complained as he angrily bit the piece of apple he had in his hand. He always had what is it that you call it, uh, anger issues. But wasn't he right after all? The septic were still septic. No changes at all."Well, luckily, after more than eighteen patients being tested and revived on, we're all still save and healthy." Peter went on to add, even after he knew it would only upset Amelia over here. Without even noticing, I suddenly found myself, shaking shoulder to shoulder, creepily muting my voice from exploding further as I chuckled first, then started grinding from ear to ear before finally bursting out in laughter. On a normal term, Peter's statement or dry joke if you ask me, wasn't even supposed to have provoked a bit of laughter in me. But could you have blamed me?
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