Mushoku Tensei Aisha And Ars の小説・ストーリー

"What?!!!" "Yes Aryan, she's neither a maid nor a gold digger. Aisha is a very nice girl, caring and lovely and sweet. She's a sweet angel in disguise of a human form. She cared a lot for everyone, she loved you a lot and you love her a lot too. She was the most caring lady that I've ever met in my entire life and you know, you can do anything just for her. You can fight the entire world for her also, you can't bear it if anyone tried to harm her."

ASHINA’S POV The atmosphere inside the tent felt intolerably tense,as well as thick with a silence that wasn’t calm or soothing. It was a silence that pressed in from all sides, so brittle and strained, like the air itself was holding its breath before shattering. It buzzed faintly with something unsaid, something that pulsed beneath the surface like a drumbeat out of rhythm. Alpha Boris remained perfectly still in front of me, tall and imposing, his presence dominating the small space.

, Said Faiz with a bright smile on her face which screamed icily. Her smile was pretty but Icy as hell and gave Arsha fright. Within no time, both were standing in front of each other. Amelia looked straight into her eyes despite being nervous. While Aisha's smile dropped for a moment there seeing no special expression on her face. But then she picked up the smile again and without further notice fell onto her, hugged her tightly as her hands wrapped around Amelia pretty well, gave Faiz a shock. Even Amelia was shocked, never did she think of this move. The Might Arsha was hugging her? Why?

Aisha’s smirk falters, “you wouldn’t dare.” “You want to try me?” Isla asks. “Then go ahead. I’d love to watch you explain why you jumped a first year who’s already on the Games list.” For a moment Aisha looks like she might try something. Then her jaw twitches and she snaps her fingers at her group. “Whatever. This isn’t over, human.” She shoves past me harder than necessary and stalks off with the others behind her. Isla exhales, her shoulders dropping. Then she looks at me.

Somewhere deeper inside the building, a trolley rattled faintly against the floor, its sound absorbed quickly into the thick institutional air. Belle Vue never felt empty. It only ever felt paused. Arman finally turned his head slightly toward her. Not fully. Just enough to acknowledge presence. “You sit differently now,” he said. Aisha hesitated for a moment, her hand unconsciously adjusting near her abdomen again before she realized it. “I’m just a little tired,” she replied. He nodded without further inquiry, as though the explanation did not require expansion. That lack of curiosity unsettled her more than questions would have.

Aisha was standing, facing me like someone drenched off her soul. At once, she charged at me, wanting to strangle me. She tightened her grip on my neck like my life didn't matter to her anymore. “Why won't you die?” Her voice hoarsed, sounding heavier than normal. I pressed my claws into her shoulders, trying to get free from her attack. Her eyes were pitch black, exactly like that of the witch girls. Damn! Aisha has been posessed. Blood dropped from her shoulders, her grip on my neck weakened. I let out a cough as I could finally inhale oxygen.