THE SECRET OF ANNALIZA

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Typho!

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Annaliza and Anzea

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"Arcanzo, what are you doing?" Anzea ran small when he saw Arcanzo the walking log was pensive and washed away in thought. "Hey!"

"Shut up!" the cold voice and the jolt of Arcanzo made Anzea gasp. This young man was always cold and shrouded in a dark mist.

"Can you talk more!" humpts.. I can't believe you can't even laugh."

Indeed indeed. What Anzea said was true. He could not laugh, he could not even express what he was feeling. Everything feels so sad and so unsettling. Anzea, who was probably five years younger, never stopped talking. Is his mouth not foamy? Ck sucks.

Anzea no longer spoke, he pensively stared at the swift flow of the river. Then he sat down beside the young man and looked down at Arcanzo's handsome face.

"Arcanzo!"

"Hm?"

"Have you ever felt pressured by anything?"

'Often' Arcanzo answered her inwardly.

"I'm tired. Will you listen to me tell a story?"

Arcanzo didn't answer, Anzea doesn't care. He spoke again, "can I complain? Sometimes I'm really tired of the pressure that's always been put on me? Arcanzo want you to know my secret?" Arcanzo again did not reply, he would hear the infuriating girl speak, "I am the last descendant of the ancient demon clan. Yeah, it's me, Anzea Jesincsver. It has to be this, it has to be that, even doing whatever I want it can't. Having friends I have trouble. And... Ck already you will never feel what I feel" said his parents, he should not be weak. He must be strong. To lead his ancient demon kingdom. Being the sole successor of the clan, Anzea had to think of ambition, and a strong sense of self. He was pressured to be perfect. And most importantly. That Anzea girl should be able to defeat the crown prince of the demon origin clan.

Both are silent, Arcanzo does not know what to respond to. What Anzea felt, Arcanzo also felt it. Being pressured by the elders as well as his parents, made both of them have a sense of rebellion. "Aren't you afraid?"  ask Anzea at last. He looked at Arcanzo's side with a questioning look.

"You're a kid. Even though you are the descendant of the ancient demon clan. You can still lose to me." Finally, hell opened the door for Arcanzo to talk a lot.

Anzea clucked away the sad event he assembled crumbled as a result of the cold and annoying words belonging to the young man beside him. This was the second time Anzea had met him. And he only knew that the five-year-old man on it was named, Arcanzo.

"You're a bitch, brother. May your lover soon leave you!" Anzea.

Anzea, the eight-year-old girl, stood leaving Arcanzo with a crescent-shaped mouth. "One day I will destroy you!" From a distance Anzea shouted out loud. Waving the war flag to the Arcazo.

Anzea was unaware. They were both created to be enemies.

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The cold voice touched Annaliza. It froze. A coldness enveloped his body. For the first time he felt pain, anger, hate, fear, disappointment and resentment under one circumstance. Arcanzo stood five steps away from him.

He looked at Arcanzo with a red look full of emotion. "I'll forget everything. I will forget the old me. I'll forget our story. I will forget the grudges I once had. I'll forget everything. Let us live our lives now and as always. We should forget that we ever .. mmph"

Annaliza stopped with her words. He stared in shock at Arcanzo who had committed a crime against him. The hand that tried to rebel had been held strong by Arcanzo. If only his strength could be used then he intended to destroy the man before him now.

"Akhich... Release me .. mphhh Arcanzohh" Arcanzo's patience decreases. He was always kind to the demon girl in front of him. He tried to be patient even when he always lied to him.

Both Arcanzo's hands began to wriggle all over Annaliza's body, although the kiss continued. Arcanzo uses his magic to keep Annaliza's hands from rebelling. But without realizing it, dew dripped from the girl's eyelids.

Annaliza crying.

Arcanzo let go as he began to notice. He looked at Annaliza with a deep longing gaze. He grabbed Annaliza's little shoulder and said,

"You know, I don't like those words, Anzea!"

Arcanzo. Annaliza is still crying. This man is still the same as hundreds of years ago. Selfish and want to bear everything on their own.

Annaliza is Anzea. Anzea is Annaliza. They are two souls connected. They are two souls.

Annaliza could not accept the fact that she was the incarnation of Anzea. Even so, the taste of Anzea is more dominant to this body.

Dirty demons that carry grudges are stored only because of love and obsession

Anzea devil. He was a dirty demon who had slaughtered his own clan. He died with a grudge against the man before him. With the above-named love, Arcanzo's obsession with Arcanzo made Anzea selfish. His relationship hundreds of years ago was not sanctioned by his entire clan. That makes Anzea hate. The bloodshed hundreds of years ago was a witness to his struggles with his relationship with Arcanzo. Under the pretext of becoming a hero that he was unifying the selfish Anzea clan with his ambition had annihilated his entire kaln.

Therefore, the final descendants of the ancient demon clan did indeed come to an end.

Arcanzo's betrayal - someone he fought for - made Anzea very disappointed.

Anzea is a hero. Ck... Impostors.

Annaliza-Anzea-san.

The journey of her love story hopes to be blessed here today. And they will live their own lives with a new identity.

Annaliza did not want to have Anzea's memory as her incarnation. She wants to be Annaliza herself. Annaliza without knowing Anzea. Annaliza knows no revenge, Annaliza knows no obsession.

Her brain has cleared Annaliza's mind. Anzea is the worst. That girl is cheerful, that girl is good. It was just that he had misplaced his heart.

Annaliza smiled wryly as she thought about her past. In Arcanzo's arms he hopes that this is just an illusion. He was never Anzea.  Annaliza only Annaliza.

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