Chapter 15: The Weakest Black Star [3]
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Chapter 15: The Weakest Black Star [3]
Drip. Drip.
Tears stained the floor.
Their gentle drip echoing throughout the otherwise quiet room.
Those tears...
"Ah... I..."
They weren't my tears.
"...Do you still think I'm weak?"
Every word that came out of my mouth seemed to liberate me from the pain that was engulfing my chest.
But it wasn't enough.
That's why I squeezed his shoulder. It helped me alleviate the pain further while, at the same time, keeping me from falling. It was hard to remain standing.
"Ukh... Ah... W-what did you do...?"
Helplessness marred his features as he looked at me.
I clenched my teeth. My eyes felt moist. The tears were trying their best to escape my eyes. But I didn't let them.
I kept my eyes fixed on him.
"There's only a weak person. No weak path."
I repeated the same words I said before.
His expression changed, and the tears continued to pour down his face. But... I could see anger interweaving with the sadness.
"You, you..."
His lips quivered.
He struggled to make eye contact with me. That didn't last for long and his jaw clenched tightly, and his expression twisted.
Then...
Bang—!
My face stung, and my head turned. His fist reached my cheek, pushing it to the side. Even so, even as my head turned, I didn't look away. I kept my eyes on him.
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But I was already being consumed by pain.
This was nothing compared to what I was currently experiencing.
It tickled.
"...Am I weak?"
I asked again.
His eyes faltered, and the anger seemed to fade. A new emotion started to invade his mind.
One that I was responsible for.
Fear.
The effect wasn't as powerful as the first time I used it. Nor was it as strong as sadness, but under the current circumstances, it was enough.
"H-hah."
Anger was slowly being replaced by fear.
His lips quivered, and his fist lowered. Finally, he looked away from me.
And that's when I finally muttered,
".....Pathetic."
***
"....."
Coming out of the classroom, Aoife stopped by the statue that stood at the front of the Dorset Hall. Towering over her, it was an imposing statue. One that every student who passed couldn't help but notice.
It was the statue of the first emperor.
Dorset Gaius Megrail.
Her ancestor and the first Zenith.
Indeed, the blood of a Zenith flowed through her. A great honor that came with heavy responsibilities.
It had been centuries since a Zenith had been born into their family.
Their efforts at nurturing a Zenith had been in vain, and despite all their policies to keep others in check, the other houses were catching up.
In particular...
'Delilah Venice Rosemberg.'
A name stood out in her mind. She was the closest to the Zenith and the one with the power to end their reign.
"...I won't fail."
To become the Zenith.
Aoife was willing to do anything.
It was her duty as a princess and her goal.
"..."
Students flowed out of the hall, with many of them glancing in her direction as they passed by. Ignoring them, she lowered her head to stare at her hand.
It was trembling.
Slightly.
"Why?"
Aoife's only question was 'Why'.
But at heart, she knew the reason for this.
She shut her eyes, allowing her mind to delve deep as she rewound the events that had unfolded earlier.
A familiar feeling.
One that I had grown accustomed to.
My legs were weak.
"Haaa..."
Each breath felt tiring.
And the world felt empty.
Colorless.
It was just.... meaningless. There was nothing that excited me. Every one of my actions felt mundane. A chore.
The tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes before were long gone.
"....Tasteless."
The food was tasteless too.
It didn't even look appetizing.
I placed the spoon down and looked around me. I was sitting alone in the canteen. Several eyes were trained on me, sneaking glances whenever I wasn't looking.
I would've normally not minded.
But...
It perfectly reflected the reality of my situation.
I was a stranger to this world. An outlier. A pebble drifting in the raging sea, doing its best to keep itself from sinking.
The world...
It was suffocating.
'I want to go back.'
There was nothing more that I wanted.
....I was struggling. I truly was.
Picking up the knife near me, I lightly traced my finger over its edge.
"...."
A red line formed on my finger.
But.
"...It doesn't hurt."
What if I cut it off...? Will it hurt then?
Thoughts started to cloud my mind. They became more dangerous with each passing second. My mind was clear. I knew that my thoughts were stupid.
But... My insides were empty.
Just because my mind was clear, it didn't mean I cared.
Right now.
I just wanted to feel something.
Even if what I felt was pain. Something. I needed something. This emptiness that was consuming me... I wanted it to go away.
"H-hah."
My eyes continued to trace over the knife, just as my finger did.
It seemed tempting.
Just a little...? It's not like this body is mine anyway...
"Just..."
I balled my hands into a fist and clenched my teeth. Every part of me tensed.
'I can't.'
Just like fear, sadness was consuming me. It was threatening to devour every part of me. An after-effect of the skill I used.
But unlike fear, pain couldn't save me.
Right now.
I wanted to feel pain.
Something.
"Hah."
I took a deep breath and reminded myself of my goal.
'.....Noel.'
Right.
There was someone waiting for me. He was struggling too. Perhaps even more. I didn't care about myself, but I cared about him.
For him.
.....I could take on the pain.
Taking a look around me, the noise finally entered my ears.
I could hear again.
Color also started to return.
Alongside it was an intense pain. It squeezed tightly at my chest. Covering my eyes with both hands in a way that nobody noticed, I felt something wet brush against my finger.
It took a while for me to realize what it was.
Finally, my lips quivered.
"S-hit."
My tears.
They had finally returned.
***
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Chapter 15: The Weakest Black Star [3]
Drip. Drip.
Tears stained the floor.
Their gentle drip echoing throughout the otherwise quiet room.
Those tears...
"Ah... I..."
They weren't my tears.
"...Do you still think I'm weak?"
Every word that came out of my mouth seemed to liberate me from the pain that was engulfing my chest.
But it wasn't enough.
That's why I squeezed his shoulder. It helped me alleviate the pain further while, at the same time, keeping me from falling. It was hard to remain standing.
"Ukh... Ah... W-what did you do...?"
Helplessness marred his features as he looked at me.
I clenched my teeth. My eyes felt moist. The tears were trying their best to escape my eyes. But I didn't let them.
I kept my eyes fixed on him.
"There's only a weak person. No weak path."
I repeated the same words I said before.
His expression changed, and the tears continued to pour down his face. But... I could see anger interweaving with the sadness.
"You, you..."
His lips quivered.
He struggled to make eye contact with me. That didn't last for long and his jaw clenched tightly, and his expression twisted.
Then...
Bang—!
My face stung, and my head turned. His fist reached my cheek, pushing it to the side. Even so, even as my head turned, I didn't look away. I kept my eyes on him.
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But I was already being consumed by pain.
This was nothing compared to what I was currently experiencing.
It tickled.
"...Am I weak?"
I asked again.
His eyes faltered, and the anger seemed to fade. A new emotion started to invade his mind.
One that I was responsible for.
Fear.
The effect wasn't as powerful as the first time I used it. Nor was it as strong as sadness, but under the current circumstances, it was enough.
"H-hah."
Anger was slowly being replaced by fear.
His lips quivered, and his fist lowered. Finally, he looked away from me.
And that's when I finally muttered,
".....Pathetic."
***
"....."
Coming out of the classroom, Aoife stopped by the statue that stood at the front of the Dorset Hall. Towering over her, it was an imposing statue. One that every student who passed couldn't help but notice.
It was the statue of the first emperor.
Dorset Gaius Megrail.
Her ancestor and the first Zenith.
Indeed, the blood of a Zenith flowed through her. A great honor that came with heavy responsibilities.
It had been centuries since a Zenith had been born into their family.
Their efforts at nurturing a Zenith had been in vain, and despite all their policies to keep others in check, the other houses were catching up.
In particular...
'Delilah Venice Rosemberg.'
A name stood out in her mind. She was the closest to the Zenith and the one with the power to end their reign.
"...I won't fail."
To become the Zenith.
Aoife was willing to do anything.
It was her duty as a princess and her goal.
"..."
Students flowed out of the hall, with many of them glancing in her direction as they passed by. Ignoring them, she lowered her head to stare at her hand.
It was trembling.
Slightly.
"Why?"
Aoife's only question was 'Why'.
But at heart, she knew the reason for this.
She shut her eyes, allowing her mind to delve deep as she rewound the events that had unfolded earlier.
A familiar feeling.
One that I had grown accustomed to.
My legs were weak.
"Haaa..."
Each breath felt tiring.
And the world felt empty.
Colorless.
It was just.... meaningless. There was nothing that excited me. Every one of my actions felt mundane. A chore.
The tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes before were long gone.
"....Tasteless."
The food was tasteless too.
It didn't even look appetizing.
I placed the spoon down and looked around me. I was sitting alone in the canteen. Several eyes were trained on me, sneaking glances whenever I wasn't looking.
I would've normally not minded.
But...
It perfectly reflected the reality of my situation.
I was a stranger to this world. An outlier. A pebble drifting in the raging sea, doing its best to keep itself from sinking.
The world...
It was suffocating.
'I want to go back.'
There was nothing more that I wanted.
....I was struggling. I truly was.
Picking up the knife near me, I lightly traced my finger over its edge.
"...."
A red line formed on my finger.
But.
"...It doesn't hurt."
What if I cut it off...? Will it hurt then?
Thoughts started to cloud my mind. They became more dangerous with each passing second. My mind was clear. I knew that my thoughts were stupid.
But... My insides were empty.
Just because my mind was clear, it didn't mean I cared.
Right now.
I just wanted to feel something.
Even if what I felt was pain. Something. I needed something. This emptiness that was consuming me... I wanted it to go away.
"H-hah."
My eyes continued to trace over the knife, just as my finger did.
It seemed tempting.
Just a little...? It's not like this body is mine anyway...
"Just..."
I balled my hands into a fist and clenched my teeth. Every part of me tensed.
'I can't.'
Just like fear, sadness was consuming me. It was threatening to devour every part of me. An after-effect of the skill I used.
But unlike fear, pain couldn't save me.
Right now.
I wanted to feel pain.
Something.
"Hah."
I took a deep breath and reminded myself of my goal.
'.....Noel.'
Right.
There was someone waiting for me. He was struggling too. Perhaps even more. I didn't care about myself, but I cared about him.
For him.
.....I could take on the pain.
Taking a look around me, the noise finally entered my ears.
I could hear again.
Color also started to return.
Alongside it was an intense pain. It squeezed tightly at my chest. Covering my eyes with both hands in a way that nobody noticed, I felt something wet brush against my finger.
It took a while for me to realize what it was.
Finally, my lips quivered.
"S-hit."
My tears.
They had finally returned.
***
As promised, there will be another chapter soon.
Chapter 15: The Weakest Black Star 3 Drip. Drip. Tears stained the floor. Their gentle drip echoing throughout the otherwise quiet room. Those tears... "Ah... I..." They weren't my tears. "...Do you still think I'm weak?" Every word that came out of my mouth seemed to liberate me from the pain that was engulfing my chest. But it wasn't enough. That's why I squeezed his shoulder. It helped me alleviate the pain further while, at the same time, keeping me from falling. It was hard to remain standing. "Ukh... Ah... W-what did you do...?" Helplessness marred his features as he looked at me. I clenched my teeth. My eyes felt moist. The tears were trying their best to escape my eyes. But I didn't let them. I kept my eyes fixed on him. "There's only a weak person. No weak path." I repeated the same words I said before. His expression changed, and the tears continued to pour down his face. But... I could see anger interweaving with the sadness. "You, you..." His lips quivered. He struggled to make eye contact with me. That didn't last for long and his jaw clenched tightly, and his expression twisted. Then... Bang! My face stung, and my head turned. His fist reached my cheek, pushing it to the side. Even so, even as my head turned, I didn't look away. I kept my eyes on him. It hurt. Visit noveLbin.com for the best novel reading experienceBut I was already being consumed by pain. This was nothing compared to what I was currently experiencing. It tickled. "...Am I weak?" I asked again. His eyes faltered, and the anger seemed to fade. A new emotion started to invade his mind. One that I was responsible for. Fear. The effect wasn't as powerful as the first time I used it. Nor was it as strong as sadness, but under the current circumstances, it was enough. "H-hah." Anger was slowly being replaced by fear. His lips quivered, and his fist lowered. Finally, he looked away from me. And that's when I finally muttered, ".....Pathetic." *** "....." Coming out of the classroom, Aoife stopped by the statue that stood at the front of the Dorset Hall. Towering over her, it was an imposing statue. One that every student who passed couldn't help but notice. It was the statue of the first emperor. Dorset Gaius Megrail. Her ancestor and the first Zenith. Indeed, the blood of a Zenith flowed through her. A great honor that came with heavy responsibilities. It had been centuries since a Zenith had been born into their family. Their efforts at nurturing a Zenith had been in vain, and despite all their policies to keep others in check, the other houses were catching up. In particular... 'Delilah Venice Rosemberg.' A name stood out in her mind. She was the closest to the Zenith and the one with the power to end their reign. "...I won't fail." To become the Zenith. Aoife was willing to do anything. It was her duty as a princess and her goal. "..." Students flowed out of the hall, with many of them glancing in her direction as they passed by. Ignoring them, she lowered her head to stare at her hand. It was trembling. Slightly. "Why?" Aoife's only question was 'Why'. But at heart, she knew the reason for this. She shut her eyes, allowing her mind to delve deep as she rewound the events that had unfolded earlier. A familiar feeling. One that I had grown accustomed to. My legs were weak. "Haaa..." Each breath felt tiring. And the world felt empty. Colorless. It was just.... meaningless. There was nothing that excited me. Every one of my actions felt mundane. A chore. The tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes before were long gone. "....Tasteless." The food was tasteless too. It didn't even look appetizing. I placed the spoon down and looked around me. I was sitting alone in the canteen. Several eyes were trained on me, sneaking glances whenever I wasn't looking. I would've normally not minded. But... It perfectly reflected the reality of my situation. I was a stranger to this world. An outlier. A pebble drifting in the raging sea, doing its best to keep itself from sinking. The world... It was suffocating. 'I want to go back.' There was nothing more that I wanted. ....I was struggling. I truly was. Picking up the knife near me, I lightly traced my finger over its edge. "...." A red line formed on my finger. But. "...It doesn't hurt." What if I cut it off...? Will it hurt then? Thoughts started to cloud my mind. They became more dangerous with each passing second. My mind was clear. I knew that my thoughts were stupid. But... My insides were empty. Just because my mind was clear, it didn't mean I cared. Right now. I just wanted to feel something. Even if what I felt was pain. Something. I needed something. This emptiness that was consuming me... I wanted it to go away. "H-hah." My eyes continued to trace over the knife, just as my finger did. It seemed tempting. Just a little...? It's not like this body is mine anyway... "Just..." I balled my hands into a fist and clenched my teeth. Every part of me tensed. 'I can't.' Just like fear, sadness was consuming me. It was threatening to devour every part of me. An after-effect of the skill I used. But unlike fear, pain couldn't save me. Right now. I wanted to feel pain. Something. "Hah." I took a deep breath and reminded myself of my goal. '.....Noel.' Right. There was someone waiting for me. He was struggling too. Perhaps even more. I didn't care about myself, but I cared about him. For him. .....I could take on the pain. Taking a look around me, the noise finally entered my ears. I could hear again. Color also started to return. Alongside it was an intense pain. It squeezed tightly at my chest. Covering my eyes with both hands in a way that nobody noticed, I felt something wet brush against my finger. It took a while for me to realize what it was. Finally, my lips quivered. "S-hit." My tears. They had finally returned. *** As promised, there will be another chapter soon.
