as

ead was hurting as if a million needles were pie

possible? I died, that exp

giant mirror in th

eyes, and that do

ching herself, she still couldn’t accept the

e door. A young girl around 17 years entere

lling well?” she aske

towards her with tear

ou have a bad dre

and clucked, “Trust

uld you like t

lots of food.

die after a failed mission. Her brown hair and eyes, which were extremely common loo

den Blanche

She had returned to the year 100 according to

t the sight. They had filled it with all kinds of gaudy dresses and ornament

hell was wr

re you g

u burn all of

ression. “I beg your pardon, miss,

ea

of

e disgusting dresses and spend all her allowance on useless things. Eva never complained about her employer’s foolishness.

y their ashes. But my lady, if you do that, you won’t

r. Now get me ready, I want to

er getting ready, she opened her door and ran down the corridor, seeing all

he office where her mother and sister

tears. Her mother’s sweet yet stern voice rang through

nd red eyes. Beside her sat her elder sister Amelia, 7 years older than her. She

ontrollably. She let all her pent up regret s

ok and then at Eva, who was standing near the

d. They stayed like this

ried her eyes out, remembering their brutal murder. Eden’s father, Lucius Blanchester, a tall lean built man with silver hair and golden eye

th joyful reunion and uncontrollable

why on earth are you weeping s