The Second Life's

LXXV - Feeling Crushed

Ava clucked in annoyance. “Don't look at me with such a concerned look. I'm fine.”

As a fellow woman, I can feel that ... Ava's not okay. How could Ava be okay when the people closest to her leave her? Yeah, it's an impossible thing. Although blessed by the Goddess of Virtue, Ava is still a human being, just like me and Lucas.

Maybe, because he felt he was very mature, he did not want if there were other people who knew about the sad feelings he felt.

“How about that Concubine?” ask Lucas.

“She escaped,” Ava replied. “But, wherever he is, I won't let go and won't hesitate anymore.”

“Remember, Grandma. You can't get Vanhoiren's attention, including his Emperor.” Lucas gave a warning. “I do not want if until the impact will come to war with Avnevous. Grandma knows for herself how they.”

Ava clenched her hands. “Yes, I know what they look like. The disgusting garbage that really likes to take the property rights of others.” That scathing comment, came out smoothly from Ava's mouth.

“It's late at night,” Lucas told me. “You'd better go home and sleep, Sweetheart.”

“How about Isla? I can't possibly sleep quietly.”

“We will take care of Isla and her funeral. You go home before it is known by others to disappear,” added Ava. “Let's in any case, you're Queen Vanhoiren, think of your position.”

It's hard for me to be able to leave people who have been close to me at times like this. But, I also cannot refute the words of the older person and also ignore my current position. A Queen. The only thing I can do is .., give in.

However, even though I relented and returned to Vanhoiren, I could not lie to myself by saying that I was fine and had let Isla go. My heart is still hurting, and my brain still remembers everything. Including what Consort Sienna did to Isla. He can't be forgiven.

“I'll take you. Come on, Sweetheart,” Lucas said, soften.

I'm nodding. “You can call me if there's something important,” I told Ava.

“Ya, Queen. Go home and rest.” Ava's voice tone returned to normal.

Lucas immediately grabbed me while coming out of the waiting room. We don't talk anymore. The hallway of the Magic Union Tower felt empty and silent. Only the sound of our shoes alone echoed along the hallway, not forgetting to be accompanied by our throbbing heartbeats.

As we passed Ava's room, the door opened. Come out Isaac with a grim face. He glanced at us in the blink of an eye, then left without saying anything. My heart broke because of that. Isaac must have been devastated and hated me so much.

“Charlotte ..., Sweetheart .... Come.” Lucas embraced me again and we entered into a portal connected to my work space at the Queen's Palace.

I came out of the secret room and let out a long breath. Lucas hugged me from behind without saying anything. It felt comfortable, and made me a little sad to remember Isla. Lucas let go of his embrace and turned my body to face him.

“How do you feel?” ask Lucas.

“Not good.” I'm trying to smile. “Go home Lucas, it's late at night.”

“I will accompany you,” Lucas said.

“Uhm, no. Go home. I want to be alone for now. It's not that I don't like being with you, but ... You know what I mean, right?”

Lucas smiled. “No need to explain so, I understand. But, you have to promise to go straight to bed, okay?”

“Yes, I will sleep after cleaning myself,” I told Lucas.

“Good.” Lucas kissed my lips and hugged me briefly. “Good night, Sweetheart. I go first.”

“Good night, Lucas.”

Lucas eventually leaves, returning to Avnevous. I came out of my office and went into my room. There was no one in my room, I breathed a sigh of relief. I rushed into the bathroom to clean myself up. After that, I put on my sleeping pajamas and threw the clothes and shoes I was wearing into the fireplace.

I sat on the thick carpet in front of my room fireplace. Staring blankly at the blaze that mercilessly devoured the clothes and shoes I threw into it. A thread of water from my eyes fell down on my cheeks. I thought again of Isla. My drowsiness never came, all there was was was endless regret.

“It's my fault .... Yeah, it's my fault,” I'm upset. “I only bring bad luck to people who are near me. Isn't that right, Dewi?”

“I hate myself.”

*

Isla was in front of me, looking as fine as she was just a moment before I got along with her. He looked at me expressionlessly and walked over to me. I was happy, and Isla turned into the last time I found her with Ava.

“For you,” said Isla. “Sials. Damn woman.”

Ah, true. Because of me, huh? It's because of me.

“Sorry, Isla. I am guilty.”

“You already know, right? You're a useless child.” This time Consort Sienna emerged from behind Isla's back. He smiled mockingly. “Queen? Haha! You must be making me laugh.”

“You don't deserve to be with my son,” said Queen XIX.

“Pendosa. How can you wish your own husband?”

I ..., I was wrong. I don't deserve a second chance. I'm a silly woman. How can I live like this?

Are you giving up?

Surrender? Yeah, if I could. .., I want to give up on my life.

Did ya? Are you sure?

Do I need faith in something as obvious as this?

What about your father? Are you sure you want to leave him?

I ..., not sure.

Do you want to let the person who betrayed you live in peace?

I ...

Blam it!

The sound of the door that was out of nowhere at once made my vision go pitch-black. I was in an empty room. Now, I can't see anything. Is this a dream? Is this something real?

My gaze glared as the light from the front appeared. When my eyes were back to normal, I realized that I was already on the execution ground. I stand in front of a rope, in front of the whole people of Vanhoiren.

No. .., no! My body trembled again because of this. It feels very real and very terrible. How come?

“Shameful basis!”

“Pel*cur! Traitor!”

“Enemy Empire! Just die!”

I was thrown again by the same thing. My body is numb. I looked up. A clear sky without the slightest cloud. I remember leaving this world when the sky was beautiful.

As if I am happy with what I am experiencing.

My head was wrapped in a brown cloth, I could feel it if my neck was put in that rope. The next few seconds, the small chair I was resting on had already been shifted away from my feet.