Bab 83: Let's go to the Garden.

That day... Nothing was right. Strax heard everything Xenovia had said, but honestly... it didn't matter to him. Nothing mattered; at that moment, he was nothing but a pit of hatred.

It wasn't just Strax who was like this... Monica was on edge, not knowing what to do about it. She felt useless; her daughter... wasn't among them, and it was driving her crazy. She, who usually didn't train, was now with Samira, destroying all the training dummies—they had already replaced them more than twenty times, and with just one blow...

Monica shattered everything she touched.

"You need to control yourself," Samira said, placing a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her somehow. She couldn't do anything for Strax, but she wanted to at least do something for Monica. "I won't control myself until I see my daughter well." She said, serious and unyielding, her eyes burning with fury, the amber almost turning red from the anger she felt.