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Alia's reflection didn't just shock her but if anyone saw that the most beautiful person of the Academy had been reduced to such a state, they would wonder what could cause such a thing.
Because not only was Alia impassive and uncaring about most things, but she was a person for whom taking care of herself was among the top priorities.
But now?
She seed to be rely a shadow of her previous self.
Baggy and tired eyes, marks on her skin from the table and books-on which she often ended up falling asleep for a re mont-, ssy hair on so sides...
To think that all of this had resulted in just 3 days.
3 days that had changed the complete course of her life from A to Z.
It was evident that she had not slept in a long ti if one saw those bags.
But sohow, she had managed to flawlessly hide it through her makeup and a little manipulation of blood.
The past 3 days...
They had been hectic if she had to say the least.
To attending just a normal battle royale, to end up being attacked by a group of people where she continuously fought to maintain order among the civilians and also protect them with Katherine.
Then only to learn later of the thousand deaths in the academy all because of a small group of people.
Then later coming face to face with the news that it was actually her father who did this...
Arthur Milize, her precious father, ended up going to jail with Athena disappearing to the capital to fight for his release.
Then worrying about Amon, who might have the only lead about her father to end up finding that he disappeared as well...
Alia had been hit with a roller coaster of emotions and events in just 3 days.
There was no doubt in Alia's mind that Amon was fine, unlike so people who believed him to be dead after being found to be in the sa building as Arthur.
He couldn't die. Especially when her father was with him.
Even besides that, she believed him not to be dead.
It was obvious to her that Arthur had been frad, and Amon knew about it as well.
There was a connection and story that headed further into this. And Arthur and Amon, who were often close with each other, were surely involved deeply in the case.
And even if Arthur killed, he would have always killed with a reason.
Her father was not a mindless killer.
Unfortunately, with her family's disappearance, the duties were also shoved onto her.
Alia had to take over her father's office for short notice, and she did it willingly as well not to let those old geezers take over.
Being involved in her own duties and her fathers as well, Alia had no ti to look for Amon.
She knew he was out there sowhere.
Especially when...
That figure in the funeral.
That was undoubtedly him.
But when she tried to follow him after disrespectfully cutting from the funeral, he disappeared.
Staring at the piles of paper below her, Alia felt another headache creeping in her head. The other events of the midterms had been canceled because of the deaths. Furthermore, a 7 days off had been given from the day of the battle royale to the students.
After that, regular classes would resu for a week and the new rankings and results would also be announced.
To her annoyance, orders had co from above that the Cultural Festival would still take place at the sa date rather than its expected postponent.
This shoved even more duties on Alia's shoulders, ending up in her being holed in the office since the morning.
It was hell.
She needed to look for Amon. The only person who knew about it all and the only close person left for her after Arthur and Athena.
Even taking aside his link to Arthur, she was worried for him.
Since he was in the building, it was obvious that he had seen those deaths.
Even if she knew that he might be used to them, it was still too much for him.
Too much for an 18 year old. It was also why Alia didn't bla Amon for disappearing.
The event must have placed a trauma and high amount of stress in his mind.
One that, knowing his personality, he didn't want to show to his friends and family since they would worry for him.
That was just the type of person he was, always shouldering everything alone to make it seem that he was fine to others.
That was how Alia had co to know her in the ti spent with him.
And it was also why...
Standing up from her chair, Alia walked over to the arched window, staring out in the
endless flood of lights in the distance.
It was a breathtaking view.
But also lonely.
Was this how her father had always seen it?
Being on top of the whole world, wielding absolute power over others...
It would naturally end up being lonely, no?
Raising her arm, her gloved fingers tapped against the cold window pane.
'I want to help him.'
This was also why Alia wished to help Amon.
She wanted to et him again.
Because, the world was there for the victims of the event but...
Who was there for the 18 year old boy out there alone in the cold?
Who was there for him in these tis?
And even though it might be his decision himself to distance himself from others...
Alia wanted him to realize that there were others for him to rely on.
She wanted to help him through all this not by seeing him as the disciple of her father but..
As a personal close friend of her.
One that she valued a lot.
As these thoughts ran through her mind, the door of her office suddenly opened.
And a figure steered in, making her eyes widen.
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