In a small camp nestled deep within the dark forest, four tents were neatly lined around a campfire. The surviving party mbers gathered around the fire, trying to restore peace and stability after the recent fierce battle.
Joanna, who typically took care of the group's well-being and health, was busy tending to the wounded patients from the battle. She carefully cleaned their wounds and provided the necessary care with great attention.
Akio and Justin sat close to the fire, enjoying the warm soup that Joanna had prepared. They laughed and joked, trying to distract themselves from the lingering tension.
However, Klaus appeared lost in thought, staring silently at Sylvia. Laplace's words kept echoing in his mind. While Klaus had never doubted the love he received from his family over the last 19 years, the love from a romantic partner was an entirely different matter.
As he watched Sylvia engaged in conversation with their friends, Klaus felt perplexed. He had forgotten what it felt like to be in love and to receive love from soone. This feeling led him to complicated and confusing questions that would affect his relationship with Sylvia in the future.
suddenly, a soft voice resonated in his ears. Klaus simply nodded in response.
Klaus heard her response and chuckled, "Are you trying to counsel ? I've been living much longer than you. There's nothing I don't know."
"I am immortal, Laplace," Klaus replied, his face turning somber. "Marrying a woman and starting a family is sothing I cannot do. In the end, I'll only watch them die. Joanna, Steve, and Anna—they will leave one day too. I'm cursed to be alone, Laplace."
Instantly, sadness enveloped Klaus. The fear he had ignored for so long haunted him. The greatest sorrow of a human being is separation, and Klaus would endure it forever. It would never end. That's why, in his previous life, he chose to beco the Death Bringer. He wouldn't have to feel grief if he was grief itself.
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