CHAPTER DCXXIX

(LITTLE HEROINE)

“WITH the little piece and two, where could this little stupidity ends?”

Beatrice’s amusement, behind her dismay and a bit of irritation. Yet probably huge. Seeing the past that is pattern into every girl’s dream of a cute and fluffy love story which is the opposite one to the emotions that she wanted to have.

“Such a disgusting thing. Love.”

She whispers, pointing towards the emotion that’s blaring about the superficial thought that humans and mortals have. The weakest emotion, but the perfect bait. The start for a desire that can destroy one person for good.

“She immediately stood up and was in a clear panic,” she continues to narrate what she is seeing.

Clearly mocking that particular emotion, but is honestly impress by the plan of the beautiful holder is playing. The game that wasn’t that hard for her to read and know.

“Which she is now thinking of the worst possible things that she might end up too. ‘I’M DEAD. I AM SURELY DEAD.’”

She emphasizes the last sentence.