Surviving As The Protagonist

Chapter 92: Not My Daughter

Calling someone suddenly made the girl's body freeze for a while, he only seemed shocked and did not realize it because the movement between Rafflesa and Lucy's body was very natural. He just did not believe it when he realized that Lucy's voice was indeed similar to his old figure, namely Rafflesa..

Why did I never realize this simple thing..

But— “Who are you?! Why say that you are a part of me?” the curious asked.

Miraculously, now appeared a ray of light accompanied by a spark of white light that suddenly appeared before his eyes. Right in front of her, she saw the figure of a girl who was not so foreign to be known, with a white dress accompanied by her blonde hair that was so long to her knees, the woman seemed to smile with the unrequited leg to immediately approach her.

“I have said it before, I am the remaining part of the soul of Lucia.” her introduction to the graceful posture of a Queen.

Her plump eyelashes are now blinking beautifully accompanied by a small smile that somehow adds a cold impression to her figure, he was absolutely convinced that the original Morticia was indeed as beautiful as the sculptured statue created by the God himself.

But he did not really understand what the current situation was like, why did he suddenly appear and invite him to speak with four eyes like this?

“Stop acting in awe of yourself.” quipped with both hands neatly folded on his chest.

Oh. The impression he is cold, judes, and arrogant.

But to mention that we are indeed the same person, it seems like people would believe if I also said that we are twin brothers with different personalities.

Well..

I thought it was just his painting that drew his cold figure in detail, but he was indeed haughty in fact!

“We are still one heart and mind. Stop thinking no-no. I heard it tau!” his grunts who intend to protest the contents of Lucy's minded head by freefalling in her head.

Truly sensitive, whereas Lucia kuthu is very protracted in her own grief ⁇ _ ⁇

“HEY!” tripped with annoyance.

“Oh alright.. Calm yourself, Lucia? What is your purpose in calling me to this place? Ye know? What have I spent in this place for so long?! Then how am I supposed to set up my next plan so that that damn darkness can die in my hands?” gritted with annoyance, he is also very strange, usually if entering the dream dimension, the clothes he wears are clean outih. But this was the opposite, she was still dressed in her thin nightgown.

Huft..

“Different from me, it seems you hate it so much huh?” his tanyanya was accompanied by her breath.

“I'll hate him anyway.more he made me die in a previous life. After that, this kingdom was destroyed in his hands.” his explanation that mengapst a small nod from him.

Lucia now laughed loudly, and her attitude really made Lucy afraid even though they could be said to be the same person. But—

“I understand, don't worry. I have promised not to forgive him if he is still being evil.” he said with a small crawl that began to climb the puddle.

It is true yes..

“My goal is to call you right now, which is to tell you something you really want to know.”, lucia suddenly turned around and showed a pink magic circle in her palm.

But for that question, it seems that Lucia also has trouble answering it. With the wrinkled dshi, he only told a few facts that he knew honestly. That, “I, only lived in the time Morticia was also alive, my name is Lucia and not Lucy. I am half the soul left on the Holy Stone.” he said suddenly.

Broadly speaking he still does not know what the meaning of the question is, Lucia who understands it is now starting to speak again.

“Indirectly, I'm dead. But I can monitor both Lucy's life and yours, because we are one soul. In other words, the real Lucy is dead and leaves only your spirit drawn from your future life to this place. And as for who turned that time, I do not know. I just feel my Holy Stone is smashed is now intact again.” he continued who is now given a nod of grief from the girl.

It turns out the same, even though we are people with the same soul, we are also different people.

Even my magic characteristics are different from her, Lucia. My magic is golden while her magic circle is pink..

“Lucy the real one. must have suffered a lot right. He died— in the hands of his own lover, his first love.” his bright looks without direction.

Degs..

Degs..

Argh..

Although Lucia only smiled gently at him, this pounding heart beat was extremely painful. It seemed, Lucia was also feeling sad with her heart being torn to shreds. But with his professionalism he always covered his own feelings with his radiant smile wakah.

One finger was now raised in front of his lips, while spinning with the wind that suddenly appeared flying their rambit strands, he laughed out loud while casting his magic towards Lucy's chest with a loud bang.

“Sst, now. dream.” whispered while gently rubbing the woman's eyelids, and yes. The expanse of darkness is now hugging her body. All that was left in that place was his body in a desolate and terrifying place.

Then the last voice he heard was, “Because I called you today. I promise, as long as you dream, you will wake up in your world not so long. So struggle to see everything correctly.” he said bernads cold, his booming voice seemed to echo in his empty room.

But before long, he had now fallen so deep on a base that no one knew where the end was. Closing his eyes, his mind was now beginning to be fulfilled on one thing..

I. go dream..

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The crying and whining of the baby now began to sting behind the door of his room which was used as the birthplace of his second child in the Barayev family. A father's cry began to break while opening the door of his room in haste.

A beautiful woman with her red mane looked full of fatigue after fighting for the birth of her daughter with all her might, gently controlled the baby's face, and, Rosella seemed to smile warmly when she looked at her daughter who looked very beautiful and adorable.

Immediately the father was holding his baby who was still wrapped in soft cloth, his father's face seemed radiant when he saw his second daughter was born healthy.

“My sweet daughter.. Who should I name you?” her tanyanya accompanied by a small laugh when her index finger was held tightly by the baby.

Rosella only smiled when she noticed their good interaction, but the smile on her tired face began to disappear as Harisson spread a little cloth that covered her hair slowly, stared fixedly, the look of the face of the Father seemed to turn flat with both of his large rounded neutrals.

“Blonde.. She's not my Daughter.”.