Bab 124: Crazy Talk

Adele's POV:

My master had an unimaginable obsession with rare bloodlines. He didn't have the prophecy bloodline, so he studied astrology painstakingly. Even I could use the stars to make some achievements.

How annoying. Perhaps I shouldn't have left that insignificant person alive. I should have just let her fall into the volcano and die. I should have let her taste the pain I suffered back then.

But I didn't. I regretted making that decision every second, but I didn't.

I began to fantasize about the volcanic crater as a bedtime story.

What did the stone house look like now? Was it cracked from the heat, unscathed, or had it already collapsed?

Where was the scarecrow? Did it lose an arm or a leg?

And that girl, she must be in a sorry state, right?

After thinking about it, I didn't want to look at the stars anymore.

I didn't want to know the reality.