[You started everything again, Eden... And you will have to end this all again.]
â....What does that mean, Edda?â
As I heard her ominous words, I couldnât help but ask.
[Do you even know what you are doing?]
âI know what I am doing, so donât worry,â I replied as I opened the door, walking outside only to find Aeloria standing there.
"....So, are you going to keep all the things to yourself?" She asked as she looked at me.
"...Yes," I replied as I started to walk towards the main door, but not before grabbing her wrist to drag her with me as well.
"What are you doing?" She asked, frowning, as she tried to move my hands away from her wrist.
"We are going home," I replied, not letting go of her hand.
"At least let me say bye to Emily," she rebuked, but as she tried to stop me forcefully, she couldnât as I kept dragging her.
"You donât have to, I have said it for both of us."
"Did you do something to her? Are you trying to hide something from me?"
"....Why are you asking so many questions?"
"Eden!" As we arrived at the front door of the orphanage, she shouted at me as she twisted her hand, making me loosen my grip.
"Who the hell do you think you are!" She shouted as she moved closer to me, her face inches away from mine. "Dragging me here, talking to me like you own me. Seriously, do I have any value in your eyes as a person?"
I remained silent as I looked at her, while she took deep breaths to calm herself, still glaring at me.
"....You are an anomaly, Aeloria," I replied calmly as I looked at her. "And so am I."
"And?"
"And as long as I am here, I will always hinder your plans," I replied, looking deeply into her eyes. "And as long as you are here, you will always hinder my plans."
As she calmed down, her reasoning came to her as she looked at me.
"....So you are saying, we can never be together?" She asked, her tone low.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
"....Unless one of us is ready to compromise," I replied, my gaze still on her. "Yes, we canât be together."
".... We both know we donât deserve to live here, Eden. We are both different." Taking a deep breath, she continued, "we are not people from this place. Youâve changed, and so have I. So please, donât make the same mistake."
".... What are you talking about?" I asked, frowning. "What same mistake?"
"...Nothing," she shook her head, replying. "But Eden, please donât act alone. I can help you with whatever you will face in the future even if you the world turn against you, I will be there right beside you."
"Aeloria," I asked, looking deeply into her eyes, "are you really a reincarnated person or not?"
She remained.....silent.
"What are you, Aeloria?" I asked again, but again she didnât reply.
"Whatever," frowning, I looked away from her, replying casually, "if you want to help someone, go help Aron. Iâm sure he will appreciate your help."
She was meant for him anyway, so itâs not like I have anything to say to her.
Arenât the hero and heroine made for each other?
"Eden," she called me in a low voice, barely audible, making me look at her, "are you saying I should sell myself to him?"
"No, thatâs not what I meanâ."
"You know what, Eden," she interrupted me as she glared at me, "you are an asshole."
With that, she walked away without looking back at me.
"....."
I stood there, sighing slightly before walking in the opposite direction.
We really arenât meant for each other.
"..."
Wait- why am I still hard again?
âHey, Edda?â
[Yes.]
âTell me one thing,â I said as I walked towards a different place. âIs she part of the work that whoever sent me here?â
[No... But the Goddess of Life, Aeloria, is closely related to her.]
Goddess of Life.
Goddess of Life.
Who really is she?
A friend or a foe?
"Argh.. What kind of shitty life have I been living, for fuckâs sake," I grumbled as I moved.
"Well, letâs complete Motherâs wish first," I mumbled as I moved.
Time to go have a look at my old house, I guess.
....
....
....
"Itâs been a long time," I mumbled as I looked at the castle that I have been living my entire childhood in.
Itâs not really been a long time, but still, damn, remembering all the things I have gone through in this place doesnât feel good.
"Sigh.."
Sighing, I moved inside the castle, as this time the soldiers didnât stop me like last time.
Should I stir up some trouble just so I could beat the crap out of them?
Hmm...
Maybe I should.
"Brother."
As I was contemplating causing some trouble, a voice brought me back to the present.
I looked to the front to see a boy a year younger than me with purple hair and eyes, walking hesitantly towards me.
".... Daniel," I called his name, the name of my so-called brother.
"Can I help you with something?" He asked as I approached him.
"Call Marine, I have some work with her," I replied, stating what I wanted as I didnât want to waste my time here.
He nodded and called a maid to deliver the message, and we both stood outside awkwardly.
"..... How is your new mother?" I asked him, breaking the silence.
"...She is wonderful," he replied with a soft smile. "She has been taking care of us like she is our own mother."
"... Good for you," I replied, looking away, feeling uncomfortable seeing his smile.
".. Brother," he called me again, making me look at him, "Are you not going to come back?"
"No," I replied without hesitation, as I didnât plan to come back here ever again.
".... Anyway, I am sorry for what happened with Marine," he then bowed slightly and said, "Last time she said something that she shouldnât have."
"Daniel," I said in a cold voice, making him flinch, "People donât take the words of strangers seriously, so donât feel sorry."
He took a deep breath to calm himself before nodding again.
"Anyway, if you ever have the heart to forgive usâ."
"What has gotten into you?" I interrupted him before he could continue his hypocrisy. "Donât play the good brother act now, just like your father, after all you guys have done."
Again he remained silent, not commenting.
"Sigh."
I hate this place, I hate my family, and I hate everything related to my childhood.
Even though I thought I could forget about all this, the anger I feel just by looking at them act like this makes me sick.
"I will say this once, so listen carefully," I said, making him look at me. "I am not a Morton anymore, so stop acting like I am your brother. You are a stranger to me, and so am I to you."
With that, I moved away from him, walking towards Marine, who came out of the castle with a woman in a beautiful dress.
"Lady Morton," I nodded my head in acknowledgment as I looked at her.
"Eden," she called as she looked at me, her gaze complicated.
And now that I look at her, she truly looks like Marine. Both of them have the exact same facial features, except her hair isnât purple but light brown.
"I will see you later, Mother," Marine said to her as she walked towards me.
And Her words made me smile.
So she accepted her as her mother.
Truly, I hate the Morton family.