ACASHA (A Symbol of Eternity and Resurrection)

Chapter 20's

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Three days had passed, last night the first snow had fallen across the SEATHLAND plains. Castela sat in front of a mirror.

Her reflection really looks very pretty. He is now seventeen years old. Which means that the soul that fills the emptiness of this body is already twenty-one years old.

"You're really very pretty miss, like a Goddess." Ema said enthusiastically

"Thank you, Ema." Reply Castela smiled confirming Ema's speech.

Beautiful, Castela really looks very pretty tonight. It had been three hours he was silent with his servants who were busy grooming him to make her who was already beautiful look more radiant.

Sky-blue sleeveless dress with slightly low chest part. The lower part of the dress slightly expands to make it easier to walk, but does not cover the beauty of the curves of her body that are almost perfect, with a sprinkling of Ruby on her chest. Gloves that cover her snow-white skin up to her elbow. Then a robe made of white bear fur that was so fine, and soft that it was so long that it touched the floor covered his exposed shoulders. It was beautiful when paired with the dress she was currently wearing.

Her hair in braids then rolled up and then equipped with a headdress made of diamonds in the shape of a flower. Then in such a manner that her appearance really looked like a Goddess.

Castela fell silent as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. He did not expect, if the figure in the mirror was himself. Well, even though he's just hitchhiking.

Ema walked up to Castela, and took her nona out to join Duke Herli and Marcel.

"Geez, you're really very pretty baby, Dad so don't want to take you to the party." Said Duke Herli with a smile that hid a worry.

Castela laughed, she grabbed the hand of Duke Herli and also Marcel, and then linked it between the two.

"We will be be cut off if we don't come anyway, I'm the star. At least we should thank you, right? The old grandfather had inconvenienced himself for a party that had nothing to do with him." Castela said with a laugh, trying to cover up her sense of regret to the old man.

Duke Herli smiled wryly, let her daughter know that the event is not just an ordinary event. His daughter would absolutely hate him.

Duke Herli looks handsome in a white shirt and a matching vest in Castela's dress, perfect in a matching suit. Then Marcel, he looked handsome with clothes that matched them.

The three of them rode onto a fairly luxurious carriage with an Ardeland emblem in front of it. Long enough for them to travel, they finally arrived at the palace.

The place of the feast took place in the palace hall. Usually the place is only used for important royal events only. However, one thing Castela did not know. If it was his birthday this time, it would really be a birthday that he hated so much. A surprise, waiting for him inside.

The hall door was wide open, the guards on guard announced their presence.

"DUKE HERLI ARDELAND ENTERED THE HALL! MASTER MARCHEL ARDELAND ENTERED THE HALL! LADY CASTELA ARDELAND ENTERED THE HALL!"

The atmosphere that had been crowded was suddenly silent as the three Humans parading the Goddess God entered the palace hall. With graceful steps Castela walked in holding the hand of Duke Herli. Marcel was next to them.

Castela saluted the invited guests with a slight smile. The invited guests consisting of all the nobles throughout SEATHLAND returned Castela's greetings and were stunned by her soothing smile.

Not long after, the announcement of the presence of the King's majesty, the crown prince and also his wife echoed with the door wide open.

"HIS MAJESTY KING PHILIP ZAIDEN ENTERED THE ROOM! HIS MAJESTY CROWN PRINCE SEYMOUR MORGAN ZAIDEN ENTERED THE ROOM! PRINCESS ROSENTA ZAIDEN ENTERED THE ROOM!"

Everyone bowed respectfully as the three men entered the hall. Similarly to Castela, she bowed respectfully before a silhouette of someone's face made her freeze.

"Veras?" He quietly followed his eyes to a woman in red dress who started walking past him with very graceful steps. His hand held the hand of prince Morgan who looked even more handsome today. There was no smile on his lips, just like always.

As if de Javu, again his feelings in the past again burst into his heart. His memories reoccur in his past life where the girl named Vera was found cheating with her own boyfriend, Devan.

Castela squeezed her dress, her eyes were already welled up. As much as possible he held back his tears from coming out. Successfully, the tears were gone somewhere.

Revenge in the past, slowly return. Is the world so cruel to him? What sins he committed until he was reunited with two humans who he really hated and wanted to avoid.

Castela looked at Vera as soon as everything returned to its original state. The green-colored netra of the zambrud collides with the black netra of the girl who resembles a vera.

Pitying his life line that is really being played with now. There was no longer a smile on his lips, he really hated, he should be able to live quietly in this world without the presence of the two bullies. But, once again fate said otherwise, it seemed that his life would not be safe now.

Now he knows how the real devil is. Rosenta smiled towards Castela. A sweet smile when you see someone else. But it has a different meaning to Castela. Like a warning, if a new game is about to start.

The king opened Castela's birthday by delivering a short speech. Many lady from famous princesses approached Castela throughout the event.

Castela's really sick of being here. If not for his family's good name, maybe he had run away from this place. Moreover, the event Cut the cake is finished. That means the peak of this event has been done.

Castela eats cakes that look evocative of her taste. Seeming embarrassed, he continued walking to fill his boredom. At this time the dance is going on, it looks in the middle of there lovebirds who are the center of attention look very romantic.

To the extent that Castela was about to vomit to see him. A voice caught by his hearing senses resuscitated him from his meal.

"Happy birthday lady, you're really nothing like what was rumored." A male voice that sounds very foreign.

Castela turned her back, then she saw the silhouette of a handsome man with red hair smiling in front of her.

"Ah, thank you for your words. What kind of rumors do you hear?" Castela looked at the man.

"Previous lady, I'm Marquis Steven Gerrard." Said the man whose name was Steven.

Castela simply nodded, "I am Castela Ardeland, the youngest daughter of Duke Herli. Now tell me, what kind of rumor did you hear?" Castela asked again impatiently. Although actually he already knows what kind of rumors have been circulating in the community about him.

Steven smiled, a smile that Castela thought was very handsome. But Castela immediately got rid of his thoughts.

"You are rumored to be a girl who is ugly, timid, and also weak. So Duke Herli is ashamed to have a daughter like you.But it seems that all is not true. Look at the woman currently before me, you are even more beautiful than a Goddess."

Castela slightly raised her lips until it formed a thin arch.

"You're praising the Marquis too much, unfortunately I'm fed up with such praise, excuse me." Castela said flatly and left the place. Leaving Marquis Steven who was looking at him with a gaze, It was hard to understand.

"Well everyone, thank you for fulfilling my invitation to celebrate the birthday of Duke Herli's daughter whom I already consider to be my own daughter. In fact, the highlight of this event is, tonight I will carry out the engagement of my son Prince Morgan with the youngest daughter of Duke Herli, the Lady Castela we have agreed on together. By mutual agreement, two more weeks will be married for the two of them." King Philip said with a happy smile.

While Castela, she fell silent after her insignificant brain managed to digest the King's speech just now. He looked at Duke Herli with the gaze of one saying 'why is papa doing all this?'

Duke Herli turned his face away, avoiding his daughter's gaze which hinted at a disappointment. While Marcel, he blatantly left the place. He was really disappointed, about the unilateral decision made by Duke Herli. Didn't Duke Herli know that his sister hated that bastard so much?

And there, a man seemed to be smiling proudly. As if satisfied with what happened. He looked at the fragile looking Castela with a look as if saying 'What do I want, will I always get, right?'

With deep disappointment, Castela ran away leaving the royal hall. He ran with tears that he could not stand.

And on the other hand, Duke Herli also went away from the crowd. He leaned against the palace walls in a dark hallway. His hand held onto his chest which felt pulsating. Then he coughed, blood coming out of his mouth. But Duke Herli quickly wiped the blood.

"I'm really moved by Duke. Are you so sorry about your daughter? To the extent that, you foiled my plan to get rid of that useless one?"

A woman in a red dress came out from the dark hallway. Walking slowly approached Duke Herli who was enduring the pain in his chest.

"You mustn't die Duke, at least that's the order I received. I'll just get rid of your little daughter, after that I can be free like I used to." He said again and then put the antidote to the mouth of Duke Herli.

Now the face has been seen due to the moonlight that slightly highlighted it.

"You, who told you to do all this? Does King? Or prince?" Duke Herli asked with clenched hands.

The woman shook her head, "Unfortunately you're wrong Duke. Let me tell you who did it."

The woman approached Duke Herli. Then whispered something into his ear, which managed to make Duke Herli's body stiffen and decay to the floor.