I Can't Save Us My Atlantis の小説・ストーリー

The only way to escape completely was to fake my death, and the best way to die was in a fire. Atlas feared nothing except fire. Years ago, his mother died in a fire, leaving him with severe trauma. This was the only way he would not dare rescue me. However, perhaps I was overthinking it, because Atlas might not come to rescue me regardless of the situation I was in. After all, Jasmine could become Atlas' wife once I was gone. With this in mind, I let out a long sigh and contacted a friend abroad, asking him to arrange a new identity for me in Buldaria.

I clutched the lining tightly, definitely aware that underneath, I wore nothing but the delicate red lingerie that Mike had forced me into. “Welcome, Madam,” another attendant greeted me, another warm smile flashed towards me. What’s so good about the day?“We’ve been expecting you. We have just received a limited edition pair of boots, crafted by Latift himself. It’s the only pair in the world, and I’m certain you’ll love it.” Her words barely registered as my mind went blank.

“I told Dan I’ll pay next week.” “You said that last week, too.” Noa closed his eyes tiredly. “I’m trying. My sister is sick, and I used the cash on me to…” “Save your stories, Noa. Do you think trying matters? Your father owed me a lot. Dead or alive, somebody pays.” The call ended coldly. Noa stared blankly at the screen for several seconds. Then, frustration exploded violently through him. He slammed the locker shut hard enough to startle nearby teammates.