Another day, another dish to make. Day two... or three, was it? of teaching Bennie how to make omurice was in the cards today. And judging by the meaty smell permeating the stall as I approached it, I'd guess that she took it upon herself to continue reducing the sauce herself."Good morning, Crimson," Bennie beamed at me, much to my surprise. "I took out the gunk that floated on the sauce when I got here. Then I put it on the stove to get it boiling again."I raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh wow. Good job, Bennie.""T-thank you..."Ignoring the faint giggling that seemed to echo from somewhere, I made my way to the demi-glace that was in the making while brandishing a ladle hanging from one of the racks. Giving the dark brown mixture a stir, the smell had improved considerably as the sauce seemed to have reduced down to
Huh? For sale?Looking in Bennie's direction, I could only raise an eyebrow in suspicion as I spotted a man dressed in merchant garbs. He looked absolutely gaudy though, with some of the metal chains hanging on his necklace clattering with each movement. Gold earrings as well. Damn, he wore more jewelry than I ever did back when I had my eighteenth birthday.And god was he fat as fuck."I don't think you understand, girlie. You don't get to have a say in how I run my business," the man haughtily scoffed in her general direction, raising a chubby hand to his equally chubby chin as the rings on his fingers looked like they were about to pop at the sheer pressure his fat was exerting at them. "I shall buy this stall, as stipulated by my right as the leader of the merchant guild."Okay? Leader of the local merchant guild, a
Bennie didn't trust Crimson.As much as the older lady had helped her with her stall, as well as practically giving her another gold mine of a recipe in the form of this... omurice, the self-proclaimed sister of her mentor had done absolutely nothing that would ingrain herself into the young girl good graces. Well, maybe she already did that, actually. Maybe Crimson already made herself a space in Bennie's lonely heart, a space that Olivia had left all those months ago back when she was still there teaching her everything she needed to survive. Maybe...Maybe she didn't want her new big sister to leave just yet."Please... tell me..."Looking at her current mentor, the conflicting feelings that Bennie had for the woman in front of her swirled in a coalescence of apprehension and guilt as the desperation in Crimson's voi
In a perfect world, everyone would have the ability to not be sad on demand. And before you ask, no, I don't mean having the ability to turn off your brain via means of suicide and the like. No, what I meant was that a perfect world would no longer have the need for such an emotion in the first place. Perfection, in the literal sense, means that there are no imperfections, blemished; any type of information or action that can even cause such a thing is removed from the equation in the first place. Now, of course, wouldn't that be boring, you may ask? Well, yes. Strictly speaking, without the contrast of sadness, happiness would simply be a blank emotion for one cannot exist without the other. And yet, humanity strives for such a place. Heavens from various religions constantly preach of such a place where there are no more strife, suffering, and sorrow, and yet do we really think of the consequences of such a place? Do we really want
Something hasn't changed. And that was not good. Not good at all."You mean there's still a detachment of the Imperial guard roaming around the forest?"It had already been a few hours since we had set up camp in the middle of the forest. Love had been at it with her usual rounds while Lace and I held our ground on our camp. And now, here was Love bringing in bad tidings in terms of shitty news."Unfortunately," Love relayed with the same clinical coldness that she usually sported. "Judging from their patrol patterns, they seem to be looking for something.""For us, you mean," I sighed, placing a hand on my head in frustration. "Who else would they be looking for?"Bandits were one thing, but if they actually knew who I was and who I was with at the moment, then they probably already launche
Without even an ounce of care on the state of my undress, I sprinted across the forest with sword in hand and a bone to pick with anybody I might come across. Every forceful step I took alleviated some of the burning rage welling up inside me; like a burst of flame erupting from the soles of my feet that somehow reduced some of the pressure threatening to make me explode. But it wasn't enough. No...I knew I needed something to hit and take all of this frustration out of. And fucking fast before I burn up from my own rage!Breathing hot and heavy as I left the twins in the dust, I hurriedly ran towards the treeline; my eyes practically scanning everything I came across for any sign or hint of an enemy I could hit with my metal stick. The burning hatred flowing through my body threatened to explode on me; the amalgamation of emotions that I sorely didn't want to feel right now
I had never felt more alive in so long.Here I was, staring down at the idiots that dared to utter my sister's name. Practically naked and covered in the blood of my enemies, I probably looked like a demon from hell right now, especially since I was holding a burning blade in my right hand. And smiling scowling like a madwoman with the fury and hatred of a thousand suns. And did I mention completely covered and showered in blood?Yeah... Maybe I really was portraying the part of a demon in my enemies' eyes."Answer..." I growled out, pointing my blade at the closest idiot available."I... I..."The heat burning through my veins only intensified the longer the idiot triedto stall. I could clearly see him looking towards his fellow idiots; his eyes open as wide as they can as they flitte
Moving around at the speed of sound, well, relative to that, of course, I ignored the red tint in my vision as I looked forward to the idiots coming for my ass. I was absolutely livid, but I actually managed to tip over the point of mindless rage and back around to clear lucidity a few minutes ago. The fact that I could think clearly despite the burning rage inside me was a pretty novel experience. I was never one to really let anger boil to the point of absolute rage, but to think that I actually reached a level like this?Yeah. It was pretty fucking bad.The tree line to my left was the only indication I had that I was still near the forest as my feet pumped themselves in a sprint; the gentle breeze providing me with the amazing feeling of coldness as it helped in evaporating the blood off my skin. No sweat needed, it would seem, and flakes of dried blood began to accumulate