Mavis Zeref 소설 & 이야기

Mavis. She stood quietly several feet away from the palace entrance, clutching a traveling bag tightly against herself. Her appearance looked pitifully fragile compared to how lively she used to be weeks ago. Her once bright face had grown pale, her lips lacked color, and the dark circles beneath her eyes revealed sleepless nights and endless crying. Even worse, her right wrist was wrapped heavily in white bandages. Tavian’s throat tightened immediately at the sight. His eyes lingered on the bandaged wrist for longer than necessary before shock settled fully into his expression.

"But I will still find you, Hestia!" Cold chills covered Mavis' body as she ran back to the building where Karylle was. Upon reaching the second floor, she immediately hid in one of the rooms, locking the door behind her and covering her mouth to conceal her heavy breaths. She then curled up just under a desk that hid her from sight. Her hands trembled and with everything going on, she could not think straight. "No, please. No..." Burying her face into her palms, tears flooded her eyes and a sob escaped from her mouth. "What's happening? Someone... Please... Help me. I cannot do this. I cannot do this."

These people were really robot AI fanatics. Some may have thought that Finn was sneaky through the way that he designed for MAVIS to set up the game board into a virus-laced QR code. Professionals, on the other hand, were amazed by MAVIS' ability to compute ahead of time. The fact was that a game of Advanced Othello had thousands of possibilities. But, MAVIS predicted Mega X's moves in advance, which was how it managed to set up the QR code. So long as a single Othello piece was placed incorrectly, the QR code display wouldn't have been successful. MAVIS was the most flawless AI that they had ever seen!

My curiosity piqued, I leaned in, eagerly awaiting her answer. "Clearly, this woman is a problem," Mavis continued, her tone unwavering. "And there are countless ways to handle a problem. We can't let her continue to tear apart your family." "How would you handle a problem like this one?" I questioned, seeking Mavis's perspective with a mix of curiosity and desperation. Mavis grinned mischievously, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "That's easy," she responded, her voice laced with a touch of dark humor. "There's nothing a little cyanide can't take care of."

She peered at me from under her Coolie-style straw hat with her sparkling blue eyes, and I had to remind myself that, as she was human, the eyes did not designate her status. “Hello,” she said, smiling at me with teeth so even and perfect I suspected they were dentures. “I’m Mavis. You must be the nanny.” “I am,” I said, holding out my hand for a firm shake. “I’m spending the day trying to get a feel for the place while the girls are in school. The grounds are lovely. Are you the gardener?” She nodded. “Head groundskeeper. Alpha Zane trusts me to keep enough on staff even during the harvest season.”

Still, they can't just pin the blame on someone over something that never happened. "I do wish to meet Owen Zahn, but he refused to see me. Perhaps he thinks I'm not worthy of meeting him." Mavis let out a self-deprecating chuckle before continuing, "They placed you under investigation too? Is that all it is? "If you run into trouble, just give me a call. I'll send someone to help you." If Joseph gave Mavis a call, he would owe her a favor. He would have no reason to turn down her next invitation to Croma.

she said proudly. “With that disgusting rice Iya---” Mavis pointed to Zariyah’s bowl. “---your slime cannot be perfect, there is still rice. Still ugly!” then she playfully stuck her tongue out that made Zariyah pissed. Even before Zariyah chased Mavis to retaliate, Lystra stopped them. “Stop it, girls, let’s just apply Solution and Whipped Cream so we can see the results. Oh, right? It’s finish?” Both Mavis and Zariyah’s ears twitched because of what Lystra said, the two are so triggered because Lystra was the main reason why they are in a quarrel.

“Just the ones that have disappeared on me for seven years and reappear with my son in their hands. She almost chuckles, shifting slightly against the wall, trying to regain some control over herself, but Lance only leans closer, his forehead almost brushing hers now with how close they are. “You watched the conference earlier?” he asks. “I didn’t exactly have a choice, it was everywhere, especially right in front of me.” “And?” Mavis exhales slowly, looking away from him for a second. “And now the entire country thinks I belong to Lance Wesker.” His fingers brush lightly against the wall beside her, the small motion sending tingles down her part that's closest.

Ea followed us from behind while shaking her head. "What do you think about Jared's confession?" I asked while we were waiting for the bus to come. "I am close to having a mental breakdown," Mavis admitted while having this teary-eyed expression that made me laugh a little. "Why? Isn't Jared great? He's good-looking, good at dancing, and even excellent when it comes to academic things." Ea said as soon as we board the bus and sat down on the empty seats. "Zaki's also like that though," Mavis said while pouting and playing with her fingers.

Zee cursed angrily, her eyes red as she glared fiercely at the nonchalant Philip. This guy looked indifferent as if the current situation was not caused by him. Mavis glanced at Zee coldly, feeling sorry for her. This little girl was really blind. She sneered and said, “Oblivious! Let me tell you, the person standing in front of you is tonight’s…” In the end, before Mavis finished speaking... Philip interrupted her and said, “I’m just the janitor. It’s no big deal.” Philip did not want to expose his identity in front of Zee.