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
In a world ran by humanity, death was something that was feared by all. Well, not all, seeing as I willingly killed myself. But for the vast majority of people and the world at large, death was something that can come at any time; without warning, without even so much as a chance to prepare for it coming. Some would think that being young or rich would make you immune to it, but I was the living anti-thesis to the statement, right? I died before I hit my thirties, and having shit luck can make anyone think that they're cursed by God if they had the pleasure of contracting terminal cancer as a kid or even a toddler. I've seen such cases, of course. It was tragic; seeing someone that had their whole life ahead of them get snuffed out by something they had absolutely no control over.But then again, that's just how life worked, didn't it...We cannot escape death, no matter how h
"I'm feeling better, Master.""No, you're not."Hours passed. Maybe. Days? I honestly couldn't tell anymore. What I did know was that Ica's condition had barely improved since she started showing her patented snark again. Sure, she could talk straight without panting, but anything beyond berating and talking smack against me was met with exhaustion and weakness that she relentlessly tried to deny. Ever since she woke up from her apparent nap, she tried summoning her flames to no avail, leaving her trying to catch her breath with nothing to show for it. And even then, she'd constantly insist that she can walk without assistance when she couldn't even sit up straight for more than five minutes."I deny that claim," said the stubborn patient that had her back against the bed cushions. "I can move on my own just fine."Oh b