Emilia Figure Re:zero 소설 & 이야기

He could put on rags and still make it look like a clothing for the runway. Emilia was dressed in a purple summer dress that stop at the middle of her thighs paired with black flats to compliment. Her hair was let down today, dancing with the wind. Like Liam, she also had a pair of sunglass but hers was used as a band for her hair. “ Of course Lucia.” Emilia replied Lucia with a huge smile on her face. Liam was at the side talking to his father. It looked like they were having a serious conversation but Emilia decided not pry too much.

Not glowing—empty. The wind returned. And with it, the unmistakable scent of burned bone and old, dried blood. Emilia didn’t flinch. She met the thing’s gaze. And then, it bowed. Not fully. Just a tilt of the head, the spine dipping slightly, like an animal recognizing its superior. Julian inhaled sharply. The figure vanished into the trees. Emilia didn’t move for a long time. Her hands curled into fists, nails biting into her palms. Her skin felt too tight. Her breath too loud.

“Fitting.” They sat in silence for a while longer, watching as the first drops of rain kissed the petals of the wisteria. The quiet was comforting. Emilia reached into her pocket and pulled out her notebook again, this time not to write names, but to sketch—lazy lines of vines, blossoms, and runes she remembered from Elira’s lessons. Mochi leaned against her side. “We’ll be okay,” she murmured. Emilia glanced down at her. “Even if they hate me again?”

I asked, studying the figure. The stranger reached up, slowly pulling off the mask to reveal a petite woman with a pixie-like face and short black hair cut close to her head. Her gaze was sharp, intelligent, and assessing. “Hi, Noah,” she said, extending a hand toward me. “I’m Emilia.” “Emilia…?” I echoed, reaching out to shake her hand, still somewhat taken aback by her sudden appearance. “Emilia, the hacker,” Raymond clarified, a grin touching his lips as he took in my surprise.

Emilia sighed and sat on the bed, resting her head in her hands. My wolf nudged me to comfort her and I rolled my eyes as I got up and went around the bed before sitting next to her. I drew her in so she could rest her head on my shoulder. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around me and a part of me loved it while the other wanted to get as far away as possible from her. “No matter what happens, we’ll figure it out.” I said and she nodded. “We definitely will.” Emilia said. “Because I will stop at nothing until Nox Rider and everything he loves is destroyed.”

Emilia did love her, she was just bad at expressing her love to her twin sister, but she made so many actions that one could easily tell that she loved the girl, just like their father did to their youngest sister Zeta. There was no difference physically between the twins apart from their hair colour, eye colour and body statue. Perhaps, there was actually a lot difference between the two of them. Emilia, the older one and the more attractive one, she possesed long brunette hair and eyes very similar to Rosa's doe brown eyes, she was a bit plum and very attractive, her hips revealed in every dress she wore and ass bulged out as well. Elisa was not built that way, she had hips but in some dr

He raised his foot, and for a second, I thought he would crush me right there. “Enough.” Emilia said softly, her voice slicing through the silence like a knife. “Let me talk to her.” Liam paused. Then, with a final glare, he turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him. I spat blood, turning my head weakly to look at Emilia. She didn’t look like a healer anymore. She looked like a queen savoring her victory. She crouched beside me, her belly round, glowing with fake innocence. “You really didn’t know, did you?” she said with a smile. “You poor, stupid thing.”

Chapter Twenty "I beg your pardon," Emilia's eyes narrowed at the girl before her who gave her a good run in height, despite her slim frame. It appears it runs in the genes as Milan seems to look like a hunk himself. Too surreal, bigger than an average wolf. Well, so are the men here, who seem to come with their nature as Lycans. The girl's eyes glinted with delight as she jogged forward to meet her, stretching out her hand to Emilia. "Hullo, I am Emma, princess to this Kingdom and a princess apparently," She rolled her eyes mischievously

Veronica, at my behest, had deliberately bound her in cumbersome fabrics, and my guards had mercilessly whipped off her clothes one by one until Emilia lay before me, in pain and disarray. I had expected tears and pleas for mercy from her. As Veronica uncovered her face, I saw a pair of eyes that told me I might have underestimated her. Emilia always seemed too fragile; her fair face with a pair of deep green eyes evoked thoughts of serene, tranquil forests, devoid of any aggression.

The kid is here in this facility so that she knows there is nothing wrong with her, that the disabled are those who look at her full of judgment. This kid is his masterpiece. Ameira is his masterpiece. Surely, no one can control this kid, not even Alejandro. Ezecarl Zlatan, however, is not just anyone. He can control the child that everyone fears. "What is your name?" He asked, making sure which of the six characters he was talking to. And of those six, he has one favorite. "Ivy." His lips curled into a grin. "Do you know why you are here?" Ezecarl asked.