Novel & Cerita Black Clover Temporada 5

⸻ A distant rumble interrupted them. The ground shook. Then the five moons appeared again. But this time, something was wrong. A black crack spread across the largest moon. Elysia looked upward. “No.” Clover’s heart raced. “What now?” Elysia whispered: “The door didn’t close.” “What?” “It only changed location.” “Where is it?” Elysia looked directly at Clover. “Inside the Eclipse.” Clover felt a cold presence behind her. A familiar voice whispered in her ear: “You thought you sent me away.”

The room buzzed, one hushed Whisper after another ripped like a wave behind her. Cindy rushed to where Clover stood. She opened her arms and wrapped them around Clover, wiping bitterly, "How could you leave us like that? We looked for you everywhere, but it's like you vanished into thin air." "What's the occasion here?" Clover asked ignoring Cindy's baseless wiping. "Oh, ummmm..." Cindy released her arms around Clover and looked toward Kayden, who had a dark expression on his face as his eyes were glued on Clover. There was a complexity in those eyes that he was trying hard to cover with his anger.

“Simone Hart. She saw my radio clip. Says ‘The Fifth Vow’ could be a docu-series.” Rory nearly dropped a tray. “Over my roux,” he said. “We are not letting strangers stage-fight in our dining room.” “It’s money, Uncle,” Delphine argued. “Real money. Exposure for the courtyard, reservations for weeks—” “Exposure is what people die from in the cold,” he said. Ruth, ever the translator, took the card, turned it over, sniffed the air. “This got strings all over it.” Genevieve plucked the card from Ruth. “Strings can make music,” she said. “What’s the angle—family legacy? Mature romance? Gumbo diplomacy? I look good on camera from the left.”

I opened the door beforehand and stepped forward, stopping the relatives from entering the house. “Merry Christmas, everyone. Please, just listen to me for a moment.” I didn’t bother with small talk. Instead, I climbed up onto the edge of a flowerbed and raised my voice. “Today, I, Trisha Fowler, will cut all ties with my family!” The announcement came so suddenly that everyone exchanged confused looks. “Huh? What’s going on?” “Trisha, what happened? Just have a good talk with your dad.”

No matter how vivid a story once was, it would eventually become a part of the past. I closed my eyes. This time, the image that came to mind was no longer of Julian's clear, cool eyes on that snowy mountain.