In the next thirty minutes, they talked about the heroic actions of Venus, nicknamed Bizura the Poor by their friends, while Venus herself was busy eating while nagging a bowl of vomit of shredded rice she was holding.
“Where are you sure that you will be able to bring out such great Talent?” one moment Virzash asked curiously.
“Well, we want to know that, too,” Shad agreed. “What if your calculations were wrong then, Ven?”
Venus's world is frozen.Can she still fight?Her dream with Giris is not just a dream and Venus feels hate because of it.Venus's ears were ringing and there were tendrils of cold emptiness all over her body that felt suffocating. She was only able to look at Lou who could somehow turn soft.
(Greetings, Princess Bizura.After years of trying to communicate with you… finally! Two attempts I almost succeeded, but suddenly failed. Maybe because you still do not know your identity? Or is your defense certainly stronger than other volts?Apart from that, introduce! I am Mustaka, a spirit commissioned by the Four Dimensional Ruler,
The horizon had written orange tendrils in the sky when Shad and Venus rose. They stared for a few moments, before finally Shad nodded and smiled.“You have never been mean, Ven, remember that,” Shad said.The boy gently stroked Venus's cheek again and Venus held it there for as long as she could.
The plane stopped after about two hours later. Or at least that was according to Mustaka on Venus, who continued to glare at one of the bars since she knew who Amerta really was.Princess, did this information make you a statue? with insolence Mustaka said in Venus's mind.
The girl's fingers twitched. Her eyes blinked weakly. A tortured groan came from her dry lips. The girl whimpered as her head and ears ached with pain.Mus?Venus grimaced as she pulled herself upright to sit up. A thick gray blanket slipped from her chest. For a moment, Venus only closed her eyes and squeezed her dizzy head. Her ears are still ringing in pain, and Venus hopes that her one sense will still function.
The door hinge clanged when someone opened the door to the room where Venus was. Venus was still sitting on her bed and leaning her back, her eyes closed. The girl's head looked up; occasionally her face winced in pain. It felt like the Knights of the Needles and King Sledgehammer were attacking her ears and head simultaneously.“Hello, love child.”Venus forced herself to open her eyes and se
The red-robed man stood in the doorway, his hands clenched tightly to both sides of his body. Dark curly manes along the shoulder frame his cold face. His eyes were as dark as darkness, reflecting the torchlight that swayed like a demon's eyes. What disturbed Venus's attention were; Amerta's face and stature were far from being fathers, but were more like brave men in their twenties… with a more frightening aura.The air suddenly blew from the open door. Venus stiffened. The aroma of Amerta's body is like fresh blood, but a hint of the fragrance of a rose somehow obscures it.
According to Venus, there are two categories of adults in this world; one, mature in age and two, mature because of conditions that affect one's psychic.Venus is still fifteen… and she puts herself in the second adult category.Venus's brain is forced to think about things teenagers their age should not have thought of. She was required to fight for her life and death. She was tortured with painfu