....Her gaze slowly turned from confusion to horror.
"....."
As Nadya's mother trembled, staring at , a weird sense of anxiety creeped within .
I don't know how to explain it, but I feel like I have wronged Nadya sohow or in soway.
"Y-you are—?"
"Whoever you are thinking about," I firmly said, staring into her trembling eyes. "I am not him."
I could feel Nadya's gaze boring into , but I tried my best to ignore her.
Her mother—
What was her na again?
[Raima.]
'...Right, thanks.'
She kept on staring at , her expression changing from fear to distress before settling on confusion.
"T-those e-eyes," she whispered weakly, trying to hide her fear.
'My eyes?'
I wondered, placing my finger just below my eyes.
"Mother."
Elysia whispered, shaking her vigorously to snap her out of her trance.
"H-huh?"
She finally turned her gaze towards Elysia and Nadya.
Fogginess cleared from her eyes as she knitted her brows together.
"W-who are you guys?" she stamred, staring at her daughters.
And even though they knew this could happen, both of them couldn't hide their disappointnt and sadness.
"I am your daughter," Nadya replied, her voice soft as if she were explaining to a child. "You don't rember your lovely daughter?"
Confusion filled her eyes as she mumbled uncertainly, "But my daughter is a child...."
Her words trailed off as sothing clicked in her mind.
"N-no w-way," she whispered softly, her trembling hand reaching out to cover her mouth. "No, t-this can't be happening."
Tears trickled down her cheeks as she broke down.
Nadya, kneeling beside her, slowly crawled forward before hugging her tightly.
And Elysia did the sa, albeit more awkwardly.
"I a-am s-sorry," she whispered through her trembling lips as she hugged both of them. "I a-am such a b-bad mother."
"Stop crying," Elysia whispered back, even though she couldn't hold back her own tears.
And finally, Nadya, who was keeping a strong front, broke down in tears.
I slowly stepped away from them.
It's been so long since I have seen Nadya cry, and the absurd feeling of being the one who made her cry was eating from within.
Was I really the one who kidnapped their mother?
Am I the one who caused her this much misery and pain?
'I need to ask her about this.'
I ntally noted as I looked at their crying mother.
I do have one clue, though...
...my eyes.
"...."
I blankly looked at them as my thoughts trailed off.
Even though I didn't want it, uneasiness crawled into my mind.
[Is your sadism waking up looking at them crying—?]
'I am in no mood for jokes, Edda.'
I cut her words, snapping out of my negative thoughts.
[Fine, anyway, look around. You might find sothing.]
'....'
I quietly looked around the place before my gaze shifted towards the book that was still encapsulated.
The cube around it vanished as soon as I placed my hand below it.
'A grimoire.'
I thought as I noticed the old book, which had the texture of human skin.
I tried to open it, but just as I expected, it didn't budge.
Well, that's how they work.
They find their own master they want to have a contract with.
'It might co in handy soday.'
I mused as I placed it in my inventory.
'For once, you aren't useless, Edda.'
[For once, you aren't shy to acknowledge it.]
'Yeah, whatever.'
I replied, too tired to argue as I turned towards the mother-daughter pair.
[Are you going to leave now?]
'Yeah.'
[Check this place thoroughly.]
I halted my steps as I noticed sothing.
It was hard to catch it because of her monotonous voice, but...
...I felt anxiety.
'What are you hiding, Edda?'
[.....]
Of course, she won't reply.
'Stupid system.'
I sighed in defeat as I closed my eyes, star energy leaking out from my body, making a 3D map of the entire place.
Everything beca transparent about this place in my eyes.
Every nook and corner.
"...."
....And the hidden pathway behind the throne as well.
"Tch."
I clicked my tongue in annoyance as I turned to walk towards the door.
And the mont I reached the throne, I forcefully pushed it aside, the screeching sound echoing in the place.
A dark pathway that led to the floor below ca into view.
I glanced back at them, noticing Nadya staring at .
I nodded once before I walked down the staircase.
"Fire."
I whispered softly, and the next instant, a crimson fire burned over my finger. Your next chapter is on empire
I slowly descended, cautious of the surroundings that kept expanding.
Drip. Drip.
The place soon turned into a huge basent as my feet touched the ground.
I inhaled deeply and urged the flas to burn brighter.
Their searing light spilled outward, illuminating the place with a crimson hue.
And then, I saw it.
A serpent's massive head dominated my vision.
Its face was covered in overlapping, textured scales that seed to shimr with an eerie glow.
The horns on its head fanned outward like a crown, its small, piercing eyes staring at ... lifelessly.
Pinned through its skull was a colossal broadsword, its edge driven deep into the creature's flesh.
Blood, thick and dark, dripped steadily from the blade, pooling onto the floor below.
"...."
My gaze dropped, drawn to the ground beneath the serpent's head.
Sothing was written from the blood of the dead jörmungandr.
Sothing in ancient phoenix language.
I will see you soon
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