CHAPTER 151~3RD PERSON'S POV~Gabriella walked silently through the passages toward her room. Other maids, who were working late, walked by, murmuring and chatting among themselves.Gabriella stared at the ground, lost in deep thought. As she raised her head, she saw Lilith coming out of her room with her bag. Gabriella rushed to her and asked.“Hey, Lilith, what's going on?” “Oh, Gabriella. I was just getting ready to leave,” Lilith replied.“Leave? To where?” Gabriella asked with a confused expression.“Well, I don't think I can stay in this mansion anymore. I think I need to go find something else to do with my life. Staying in this mansion, I drew further and further away from the one person who truly cared about me, and i became something I never thought I'd become.So... maybe, just maybe I can find myself again out there,” Lilith replied.“Oh, but where will you stay? How will you move around without a vehicle?” Gabriella asked.“Yeah, I spoke to Alpha Steven about that a few

CHAPTER 153~3RD PERSON'S POV~“It's a beautiful day here in Mystic Meadow. The entire world has been shaken by what we know now. Everyone around the world is going crazy and calling out THE UNKNOWN for some clear explanation as to what transpired during his meeting with Lady Anaya,” a reporter said, standing amid a croud that held up billboards with the picture of a blank face.The crowd chanted repeatedly, angrily calling THE UNKNOWN a monster. The reporter walked to one of the protesters."Could you please tell us why you're out here today?” The reporter asked.“Well, what we're here to do is support Lady Anaya and show her that she is not alone in the fight against this THE UNKNOWN person. He has caused nothing but panic and unrest in society, and it's about time we pushed him out of this city and our lives for good,” the female protester replied.“What are your thoughts on the recently leaked video of Lady Anaya's meeting with THE UNKNOWN?” The reporter asked.“Well, personally,

CHAPTER 155~3RD PERSON’S POV~“This world Eva created. The endless cycle of life and death that these mortals constantly have to live through. It's disgusting, yet so beautiful. As much as I hate to admit it, it's quite a work of art. How these people continue to live and continue to struggle—how they keep on smiling and laughing, even after knowing that it's all going to end one day.Many of them know they won't be remembered; many of them know this money they make and this food they eat—this life they live will all mean nothing once they die, but even the thought doesn't stop them from living happy, fulfilled lives.Eva poured her heart and soul into this amazing work of art; that's why I couldn't replicate it; that's why I have to destroy it,” Clarabelle (Lilith) thought to herself as she watched humans from the top of a tall building, walk around in the city of Westerville, going about their daily businesses. She wore a dark blue dress, and the strands of her black hair flowed i

CHAPTER 157~3RD PERSON'S POV~“Lady Anaya Belmont, you finally took off that mask of yours, that face you paraded around all these years. I would have said it was good to see you again if it weren't for the circumstances of our reunition.” Noah said with a stern tone as he stared blankly at Anaya.“Follow me,” Anaya said, then turned away from him and walked into her building. Noah followed behind her. His eyes scanned through the front yard, darting from one maid to another. He followed Anaya into her living room, and they both sat on opposite couches.Anaya called one of her maids and asked her to bring some refreshments, and a few minutes later she came back in with a bottle of wine and two tumblers. “You must have been surprised when you found out that your plan to exterminate the Belmont family was a failure,” Anaya said, raising the tumbler to her lips.“To tell you the truth, I was. It was such a perfect plan; I wonder what went wrong,” Noah said.“So you're not going to try

CHAPTER 159~3RD PERSON'S POV~Have you heard about the blacksmith? A man whose hammering echoes again and again in the deepest, darkest part of Mystic Meadow. His eyes were red as blood, and his face was permanently etched with anger.He is surrounded by darkness, hatred, pain, and a desire for revenge. The only light he sees every day is the light of the sparks that fly off the metal after each strike of his hammer. These sparks are the only beautiful things he owns; these sparks keep him from going insane, and these sparks remind him that one day he'll come for those who hurt him.“Hmm, scary. I wonder if this blacksmith guy actually does exist,” Gabriella said, staring at the book. She closed it up and placed it back on the shelf, then turned to leave the library. She walked back through the door and through the passages to Steven’s office, then knocked the moment she arrived at the door.“Come in; it's open,” Steven said with a rather cold tone. Gabriella noticed the difference