“Food?”
Dr. Jensen was aghast.
“Are you familiar with the sword of Damocles?” Evie asked.
She had read some books while she stayed at the hospital, and came across some words and expressions. One of them was the ‘sword of Damocles’, an allusion to the imminent and ever-present peril faced by those in positions of power.
“Like a huge sword hanging on top of your head?” Dr. Jensen asked to confirm, and Evie nodded.
“Yes, that. But those who were chosen as the sacrifice, an actual sword made from energy would appear on top of their heads. The stronger the demon gate master is, the bigger and the more the swords are. It could range from the size of a dagger to a huge sword alm
Death— such an ominous word.But Evie had long since accepted that she had indeed died. She died that day, and had been resurrected in Evely’s body, back into the time before her life derailed. For what purpose, she had no idea. She was not privy to heaven’s will, and could only accept her fate.At least, for now.“When I first came into consciousness, I was floating. I did not know if I was in the Elysium Field or in Tartarus…”“What are those?”“It’s what you humans call heaven and hell,” she answered, and she talked about inheriting Evely’s memories there. She also told him about the Gemini, and that she had already witnessed Evely’s previous tr
“You mean…”Evie nodded. “The fight with the demon gate master depleted my power. The one I showed you is just a drop in the ocean of my real strength. As a celestial, my strength is even lower than a normal awakened.”Evie was not sure if there were other celestials like her in this world at the moment. But since she was sent there, then it was safe to assume that she was not alone. If that was the case, just like what she had first deduced, it was not smart for her to reveal herself yet— not until she recovered her full power.She could not take the risk of prematurely coming out in the open when she was not sure if there were others like her. If it was a normal awakened, it would be fine. But what if it was another transcendent like her? Worse, a returner to ancestry.
“It’s not enough,” Evie uttered, her eyes were on the doctor, but her sight was looking at something beyond. “Do you know how to appease the soul doctor?”She already told him that she had seen Evely’s previous life and how she had died miserably in the hands of her surrogate mother and fake sister. It didn’t take a genius to guess what she wanted to do.“Evie, since you, yourself said you went back in time, it meant that the vile things that had been done to Evely have not yet happened. If—”“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I will, of course, give them a chance to redeem themselves in this lifetime. However, if they stubbornly cling to the evil deeds they did to Evely, I will not be polite.”
In a VIP room at one of the top hospitals in Rouen, a young lady lay quietly on the bed. Her usually fair but rosy complexion was absent. Instead, her skin had a tinge of blue into it like a person who lacked blood or was very sickly.Two sets of intravenous lines were attached in each of her hands, while the vital statistic machine was clipped on her finger. The same machine made beeping noises in sync with her breathing. Anyone who would see her would feel their heartstrings tugging at the fragility she displayed.It’s been three days since she had been sent to the hospital— three days since her emergency surgery. The lady arrived with three broken ribs and a punctured lung. It was safe to say that for a while, her life had been in danger. Knowing her identity, and the identity of the man who brought her to the hospital, the doctors did not waste
Since that time, Amelia and Cecille had been living in fear. She felt aggrieved and helpless knowing that any time, the positions and titles she and her daughter fought tooth and nail for could be taken back by that damn brat of Ivonne! She was enraged and humiliated by the fact that the child of the woman she had defeated was holding their fates.Surprisingly, the brat, aside from continuously mocking them when she tried to curry his favor, he did not do anything drastic. Even when Cain adopted Cecille and claimed her as his own biological daughter, Cedric did not care. He just continued to ignore their existence and do his job assisting André with work.When André got into an accident and had to rely on the use of the wheelchair, Cedric became the pseudo leader of the clan. Amelia had once again been terrified by then. But her daughter said that
“But I didn’t kill her!” Cecille sounded adamant. Yes, she did not tell those good for nothing to kill that ugly bitch. All she ever asked them to do was to take her and take lewd photos so she could send them anonymously to André. She was sure that if André saw those photos, he would be repulsed and find that ugly whore dirty and cancel his engagement. However, she also told them that they could do whatever they wanted with her after sending the photos. This meant that if those hired men raped and killed her, it had nothing to do with her. If the bitch died, it’s not her fault now, right? That was that ugly girl’s own bad luck! “I swear I didn’t ask those men to kill her!” she announced, just as the door to the hospital room suddenly swung open, and the mother and daughter pair were alarmed.
True to his promise, Dr. Carl Jensen sent his younger brother to Evie the next day. To her surprise, the ‘younger brother’ turned out to be someone Evely knew.Hanz Jensen.He was the top student in all of Altair High and the first placer in the Math Olympics that was held before the summer vacation.Urgh…Evie remembered Carl Jensen saying that his brother’s results were ‘alright’. If Hanz’s results were just ‘alright’ then what was Evely? Moron level? She pursed her lips and patted her own chest to console herself.Unlike his very amiable and friendly brother, Hanz Jensen was the quiet type who treated words like gold. He seldom spoke, and when he did, it’s always
“These are all good,” Hanz commented as he placed all the papers he had checked back on the table. This was the second to the last week before school began, and so Hanz had given her a mock exam covering everything that he had taught her in the past month. Evie had wanted to study longer, but Francis insisted that she undergo physical therapy and spend the rest of the vacation relaxing. “Really?” Evie could not believe it. She was a good student, but she’s not a super genius that could ace all the subjects. She really worked hard in the past month. “Really,” Hanz assured her before giving her a naughty grin. “At least I’m sure you’re not going to be handing in blank test papers in the future.” “You—”