Legend of the Moon Crystal

Chapter 126 "A Basket And A Fear Of Reality"

Brugh!

Asta took a deep breath when his lungs could feel the air again after he almost filled half of it with lake water. The young man coughed, trying to neutralize his messy breathing.

"Are you tired of living, huh?!"

The question was thrown out, making Asta who was still struck by a sense of the brink of death look at him in confusion. It was Rema, so he saved her?

Asta opened her lips. "Te—Thank you, Rema."

Rema had not said anything for some time. Looking at Asta with an angry look. "Are you tired of living?!"

Feeling that she was being blamed, Asta pursed her lips. Feeling uncomfortable. He just wanted to take his basket. He didn't want to drown, he didn't want to die. Asta just wants his basket, to collect medicinal plants and buy his needs to survive. The world has been difficult, who knows if if if he dies, he can really feel comfortable up there. What if he goes to hell?

Asta did not want to die in vain. At least, Asta wanted to die because of his age which was supposed to be the time, and or because of illness. Not by drowning by slipping.

"I don't want to die! I just want to take my basket that you threw into the lake!" Asta said.

Rema opened her lips. "Don't I tell you that the basket is old? Why are you defending it?!"

"Because I can't collect medicinal plants without the Rema basket! I need that to make money. To buy food to keep me alive!" Asta Resolute.

"It's your fault you threw it in the lake!"

Unknowingly, he let out a loud voice. Emotions flowed through her voice, and upon awakening, there was only silence that greeted Asta. The young man looked down. If Rema hadn't thrown her basket, she wouldn't have tried to pick it up in the lake. He probably won't drown. Why was the girl angry with him when he almost lost his life?

Asta clenched his hand. Decided to be angry at Rema for two hearts in his heart. When his hand was about to search for something that could be used to help him check the way back, his hand accidentally touched something.

Grabbing it, Asta's pseudo bead widened.

"Rema?" With a trembling voice, he called out to Rema. But there was only silence to answer. In his hand, there was one big basket. New, clean, and sturdy.

The cold and estranged girl he just blamed .. bought him a new basket.

...***...

Stepping firmly and steadily in that passageway, each of his steps left a trail of water flowing from his body drenched in water. Rema put on a cold face that made anyone who saw her tremble in fear. The pair of blood-red beads were thickened, and there was only a trace of coldness and anger within.

"Sister Rema?"

Selliev looked at Rema with a pair of surprised beads. He took a quick step, blocking the steps of Rema who looked like a time bomb. "Sister Rema, where have you been all this time?"

Rema looked straight ahead, not one bit put his eyes on the girl in front of him. Said in a cold tone. "Soge away."

All this time, that was how Rema reduced her anger.

Rusfeli looked at Rema and Selliev who were entering quietly. That cold gaze entered his vision, and Rusfeli consciously restrained himself. He calmly said, "What do you need?"

"Give me a mission. Many missions."

Rusfeli nodded his head. "But there will be no show. And I hope you remember that."

Rema said nothing. The girl kept silent, and stretched out her hand, receiving a scroll revealing the names along with photos of the targets she had to kill. With the lyrics at a glance, Rema burned the scroll and turned away.

"Sister Rema!" Selliev called out to him, but Rema did not even budge, continuing to step firmly until she disappeared behind the dark hallway.

"You don't have to worry too much about it. He's not at the level you should worry about." Rusfeli's words made Selliev glance coldly at the woman. "He's my brother."

"Even if I die, I will always think of him as my brother. Because it's a fact, which only I can hide."

Selliev then left.

...***...

There was a smell of blood everywhere. Every pair of eyes that were in that place looked in horror at the sight that could be seen. The body is covered with incomplete limbs. Exposed skeleton and torn skin. Rema admits that she is evil.

He would not shirk the fact that he was the most vile human criminal ever.

His hands trembled to grab a photo that was crossed over the ashes of another photo. With a slightly widened gaze, he looked at the profile of a family in the photo. A pair of soft green beads, shone by the thick twinkle of happiness of the boy in the arms of his parents. The same face, the same smile.

Astas.

Rema looked blankly ahead for a while.. His heart was throbbing pain, his head felt like it wanted to break as memory after memory flowed through his head. The two people he killed with his hands, the blood that flowed between the tears of the woman who tried to protect her child. A roar full of anger and despair from the man. Before the screams of a child who lost his parents and also his glare, when a big explosion occurred, because of it.

Rema's body trembled, and for the first time in her life, she felt fear for killing.

"I, I made him lose his sight." It was swallowed by the silence that happened that night.

It was so quiet, that it was so clear the sound of shadows moving agilely over the clouds. A pair of sharp gleaming gold beads, with dangerously pointed teeth. "It feels faint, but he's been here."

Yogurt, LX