Since Li Du did not even know Ferrari's background, how could he explain it to him?
Nonetheless, as Jim King was evidently a very smart person, Li Du could not ask him regarding this. He figured that if he were to ask, the other party would be able to immediately infer that his relationship with Ferrari was an ordinary one. 
Li Du continued speaking in a vague manner. "I will bring this up to him when I go back."
As Jim King saw his reply as being perfunctory, he became a little anxious.
After rubbing his hands together out of habit, he pulled open his desk drawer and took out a box before handing it over to Li Du. "Oh, mate, there is something I almost forgot. Haha, I have prepared a small gift for you. Hopefully, it can make up for some of the damages you have suffered from this incident that our company is responsible for."
Li Du responded, "You are too kind, Boss King."
Jim King opened up the box, which had a piece of jade inside. The jade was square shaped, pale green and had a red ribbon tied around its corner. It looked very beautiful.
He pushed the box in front of Li Du and said, "Take a look at this gift. See if you like it."
Li Du did not look at the gift at all. After sitting down, he released the little bug to search for the two oil paintings that had previously caught its interest.
Before releasing the little bug, he was worried that Jim King might have placed the two paintings somewhere else and that the little bug might not be able to find them.
As it turned out, he was worried for nothing. After the little bug was released, it immediately dashed towards Jim King and passed through his plump body, before rushing straight for the two Van Gogh paintings behind him.
Li Du took control of the little bug and looked, without any expression, at the oil paintings on the wall.
The painting on the left depicted a scene of a sea before the coming of a storm. The sea water was curled up into waves that drove a boat forward, while a few people were scattered along the shore. In the background, there were plants that were drawn using rough lines.
After using the ability to turn back time, a few scenes appeared in front of him.
The first scene was of a man with a diamond-shaped face, sitting on a beach. With his unkempt appearance, vacant gaze and eyebrows that were tightly knit together, he looked like he was in some trance.
Li Du was stunned by seeing this scene. The man in the scene was the owner who signed this painting, who was one of mankind's most remarkable artists of the 19th century. He was the real Vincent Van Gogh!
As he frequently dabbled in a wide range of subjects, Li Du had seen many photos of artworks such as Van Gogh's self-portrait, Van Gogh's old photos and other people's sketches of Van Gogh. He had seen them all.
Right now, the person in front of him was Van Gogh!
Subsequently, a few scenes which were related to the painting appeared.
Van Gogh completed the painting in one sitting. Later on, seemingly unsatisfied with the painting, he colored it several times over before casting it aside.
The painting was then taken away by a Caucasian man who looked like Van Gogh. Even though the man very meticulously touched up and conserved the painting, he also seemed unsatisfied with it and cast it aside as well.
Further ahead in time, the painting repeatedly changed hands before ending up inside a castle. During a time when the castle was being cleaned, the oil painting was accidentally discarded.
According to the information provided by this scene, the painting was not the only one discarded. There was another painting, which depicted a church within a forest, that had also been discarded.
Li Du subconsciously looked to the side and saw such a painting, which depicted a church within a forest and a lot of people standing around the church...
What the f*ck! He cursed in his mind.
My luck can't possibly be this good, can it? he asked himself in a doubtful manner while releasing the little bug again. After turning back time, the first scene he saw was also a Van Gogh painting!
This time around, Li Du was unable to remain composed. He hurriedly recalled the little bug and looked repeatedly at the oil painting on the wall.
Jim King was a smart man. He was able to tell from Li Du's unconcerned look that he was not interested in the gift.
What made him curious was that Li Du seemed to be interested in the two fake Van Gogh paintings hanging on the wall.
Since the mid 20th century, the value of Van Gogh's paintings kept increasing in the art collection market. In several auctions, the paintings were auctioned off at sky-high prices.
Very quickly, Van Gogh's paintings became treasures in mankind's art palace and Van Gogh became an unrivaled painting master. Many artists began researching his artworks while many schools started teaching his painting techniques.
Just like that, the number of fake Van Gogh paintings started increasing in the market. All major collectors took pride in collecting genuine Van Goghs. Although Jim King also wanted to collect them, he was unable to and was only able to collect fakes.
In fact, he had collected a whole set of fake Van Gogh paintings. Besides the 20 oil paintings and 22 sketches that hung in his office, he still had counterfeits in his collection room.
Moreover, he did not only collect Van Goghs, he also collected the paintings of other famous artists such as Monet, Picasso and Da Vinci.
Of course, they were all fakes.
Noticing Li Du was seemingly interested in the oil paintings behind him, Jim King casually asked, "Li, you like these two paintings?"
His voice pulled Li Du out of his shock. Li Du smiled. "Oh oh, sorry. I may have forgotten myself. Truth be told, I also like collecting oil paintings but have never collected any before."
Thinking quickly, he randomly came up with a reason. "In the past, I was not interested in oil paintings and only saw the famous works of these master artists from photos. Now, after seeing the genuine paintings here, I am amazed that the paintings have so much charm!"
Hearing his words, Jim King came to a sudden realization and nodded. He said, "I see. Then you should collect oil paintings. It is apparent that you have great taste and were able to perceive the charm of the oil paintings."
Li Du responded, "Is that so? I may give it a try then."
Jim King said, "However, I have to inform you that these are not genuine Van Gogh artworks. How could genuine Van Goghs be kept in such a good condition?"
Li Du was shocked. What kind of a reason was that?
Based on what he saw when he turned back time, all the subsequent owners of the painting, except for Van Gogh, who treated it with indifference, valued the painting and took care of it in a meticulous and serious manner. As a result, it was kept in such good condition.
Nonetheless, since Jim King thought this way, Li Du could only go along with him. "You are right."
Jim King smiled. "I am very well-versed in the collection of oil paintings, mate. Since I was 18 years old, I have researched art collections. If you are interested, I can share some of my experiences with you."
Subsequently, Li Du patiently listened as Jim King began talking non-stop about what he had learned regarding collecting art.
He wanted to ask Jim King if he would be interested in giving up the two paintings. It was apparent that Li Du was the only one who knew their real value.
After speaking for more than an hour, Jim King finally stopped talking even though he was still longing to say more.
Just as Li Du was trying to think of a reason to inquire about the status of the two paintings, Jim King opened his mouth. "I can tell, good fella, that your heart is extraordinarily fond of oil paintings. How about I exchange the gift then and give you a few oil paintings instead?"


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

"Oh my god." I stared with my mouth open at the museum in front of me, "What?" Taehyung asked, turning his head to look at me. He was about to ascend the stairs when I abruptly stopped in my position, "This was the museum that we were supposed to go yesterday." I said as I felt adrenaline in my blood, "I didn't know Yuki was a fan of museums."

"Who said about anything Yuki being a fan of museums? I've been pestering her to come with me yesterday but not until I went with her to the book sale of her favorite author." Taehyung seemed perplexed and looked like he was struggling to form a word, "I heard they're gonna do a mini exhibit of Vincent Van Gogh's artwork and I've been dying to see them." I said as I took a step on the flight of stairs leading to the entrance of the museum, "WAIT YOU KNOW VINCENT VAN GOGH!?!" Taehyung asked that made me turn a 180° "YOU KNOW HIM TOO!?!" I asked him with wide eyes, "YES!! I'VE BEEN A FAN EVER SINCE I CAN REMEMBER!!!" He said in glee as he ascended the stairs, grabbing my wrist and dragging me along with him, "THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE MET A FAN OF VINCENT'S!! I'VE BEEN RANTING ABOUT VINCENT'S ART TO YUKI AND SHE LISTENS BUT IT'S DIFFERENT WHEN YOU TALK TO A FAN TOO!!!" I exclaimed, "SAME!!" Taehyung exclaimed too that caused us both to laugh and we entered the museum.

We both looked around the museum like lost children adoring the world outside, the tall ceiling, the smell of antiques, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere. This is heaven.

"Hey over here!" Taehyung tugged me towards him. That's when I realized that he was still holding me on my wrist, I stared at our arms. "Okay so, stand here." His voice snapped me to reality and looked at him but before I could protest he already took a photo, "That's a good candid shot!!" Taehyung grinned at me and showed me the picture, I cringed, "Delete that, I look ugly." I said, "Hm? You don't, it looks good if you asked me, it's Instagram worthy." He said and smiled at me. His mouth formed a rectangular-shape when he smiled, showing me a complete set of white teeth, his eyes crinkling into crescents as his smile grew wider. I smiled, "OH!! WAIT STAY LIKE THAT!!" He suddenly exclaimed and posed to take a picture again, "What?" 

"No!! Smile like that again!!" He demanded, stomping his feet to the ground, "Make me." I challenged him, "Oh come on!" He pouted while making a hurt expression but that didn't fail to make me smile again. Realizing that I was already smiling, he took a photo. He checked it and smiled at me, showing me the picture after. I looked at him and saw that he was smiling at me too, I smiled back, "I want a copy alright?" I told him and he nodded, "Okay your turn." I said and we exchanged places, I took several photos of him with The Sunflower by Vincent Van Gogh and we walked off.

After walking around the mini exhibit and taking pictures of the paintings and of each other, we both abruptly stopped at the painting at the center of the exhibit.

"Starry Starry Night..."
"Starry Night over The Rhone..."

We looked at each other, "What?.." we both said, giving each other a bewildered look. We were stuck looking at each other, shocked. I felt a tingling in my stomach and it was bubbling up to my lungs, the familiar scratching feeling was slowly making itself recognizable, "Woah... this is the first time I met someone who fell in love with Vincent's Starry Night over The Rhone." He looked at me, searching the depths of my eyes and I was doing the same too, "And this is also the first time I met someone who fell in love with Vincent's Starry Starry Night." I said, a smile was slowly creeping up my face and he gave me one of his best smiles, "Would you like a picture Sir and Miss?" the guard who was guarding the paintings said and we both snapped out of our worlds, I looked away focusing my attention on the paintings in front of me, "Uhh.. Yes please.." Taehyung said and smiled sheepishly, handing his camera to the guard, "Ah me too please." I said and handed him my camera also, "So who's going first?" Taehyung asked, "Why don't you go together? Both of your positions earlier were good." The guard said while a wide smile was plastered on his face. Taehyung and I looked at each other.

"Sure, sounds good." Taehyung said and stood in front of the painting of Starry Starry Night. He motioned for me to stand in front of the painting of Starry Night over The Rhone and I did. He placed his hands on the pocket of his coat, faced me and smiled. I faced him too and smiled, "Oh! That's good!" The guard exclaimed and used both of our cameras to take a picture, he took a few photos of us like that before giving back our cameras.

"The last shot was my favorite, happy looking around guys!" The guard cheerily bid us goodbye as we left the mini exhibit, "Hey skip to the last one, I want to see what he meant." I said to Taehyung and he gladly did what I said.

The picture was a solo but I quickly noticed what the guard meant, "Hey give me a sec." I said and placed the both ends of our cameras together. It was a connecting picture, part of the Starry Starry Night was captured along with my solo picture while a part of Starry Night over The Rhone was captured along with Taehyung's solo picture, making the ends connect with each other, Taehyung's expression darkened, "Did he seriously think that we're a couple?" I froze.

"What!? Eww!!" I exclaimed pushing myself off of him and dusting myself off, "I literally breathed the same air as you earlier wtf." I said and made a face of disgust, Taehyung scoffed, "And why do you think that I'll date someone like you hm? I'd rather die single than date someone like you." Taehyung said as he rolled his eyes at me and walked off, I let out an offended laugh, "Same goes here lamppost, I'd rather die right now than to be mistaken as your girlfriend." I said and walked off the opposite direction.

At the age of 15, I started coughing up flower petals.

At the age of 18, I was told that my soulmate coughs up the same flowers.

At the age of 25, if I don't find you then... The flowers will slowly and surely kill me.

But what if you didn't exist?

The poster had the similar concept of The Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh but the strokes on it clearly was drawn by an amateur. It was a night scenery  with abundance of stars and a  moon on the dark blue sky. On the lower part of the drawing, unlike Van Gogh painting portrayed an ideal village , this poster had a lake surrounded by a small scale forest and then a few skyscrapers building outside the forest. What did this drawing symbolise of and why did it appear at this moment?  

The more I stared on the drawing, the more it glowed and I was enchanted by this scenery. As I felt the rough strokes on it, one of the countless routes lighted up and a gust of wind drastically pushed me along that route. The white wall forming that lane then changed into a series of stories playing on it and I saw myself as one of the characters.

It began with an eavesdropping scene of me by the door frame of a room as I listened to several voices talking inside that room.

"Don't tell her that we are going to the water park this weekend. No fun if she's with us." 

"Poor her. Many times we didn't ask her along with us."

"There's nothing to pity on her. If you want our outing day to be ruined then go ahead ask her to come."

"Hurmm ... I bet she won't go with us. She is among the best student candidates this year. Either she's busy with extra curricular activities or studying, she won't have time to join us. So, don't waste the energy to ask."

"But... but... let's give her a chance. Who knows she might come."

"Allie, don't be so kind. A good student like her won't dare to break the rules. Enough of this. She might be on her way here."

After awhile, the voices quieted down and the sound of footsteps heading towards the door. I , who had been standing in front a the door that was left slightly ajar, not able to react in time before the door was then largely opened as someone pulled the doorknob from the inside of the room.

Girl with a blonde hair widened her eyes when she saw me in front of the door. We were both stunt and speechless not knowing what to do at this awkward moment. Few seconds passed by and only then, she moved aside to give me some space to walk into the room and then trailed behind my steps as she welcomed my presence. There was a glitch of nervousness in her voice.

"Oh! Clara, you're back. How's the interview? Is everything goes well?" 

"Fine. Everything is fine." My tone was flat, no hint of any negative emotions. I went straight to my study table adjacent to my bed at the corner of the room near the window. I put down my sling beg and few books that I held tightly on my chest on the study table before grabbing the set of pyjamas on my bed and headed to the shared washroom attached to the room.

Before I could close the toilet door completely , a voice whispered among the three of them but audible enough to my ears.

"Does she hear what we're saying just now?"

*** This book is about the journey of Nick, Noah's sworn brother. 

Excerpt
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Nick shouted as he dashed towards his siblings, trying to save them but his plead was ignored. 

Those bullies kicked and punched all of them merciless while laughing at their helplessness. The bruises on their bodies were formed so fast after a few kicking and punching because of the lack of the nutrients. Habitually, Nick adamantly bite his lip and his teeth painfully pierced into his own flesh until it was bleeding and yet, he didn't shout or scream unlike his siblings. Only the tears silently rolled down on his sunken cheeks. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" 

The continuous wailings from his siblings echoed through the air and emitted the exceptionally solemn and gloomy atmosphere. 

"You're acting tough huh? Let's see if you can endure this..." taunted the leader as he dragged one of his little brothers to the river and drowned the face into the water repeatedly. 

Nick's teary eyes widened in rage. He saw his brother aimlessly threw his hands and legs in the air as to escape from the water. This inhuman act of the leader forced his inner demon to retaliate. Unbearable, Nick couldn't suppress the burning rage inside him and the bomb finally exploded. 

Nick went rampant at last as he used every energy he had to shove those bullies away from his brothers and sisters. He pushed them with strong force and some of those bullies were caught unguarded hence they couldn't defend themselves on time so they even fell down on the cold ground and hissed in pain. 

He ran wildly to the leader with full speed and bumped his head onto the leader's torso like a mad buffalo attacked his prey. The leader ended up plunging into the water. Who knew that small and weak body with only bones left could unleash such a tremendous force in the desperate time. 

"Quick! Run!" With the ferocious look in his eyes, he raised his voice for the first time to his siblings and told them to escape. Fear of their brother's demon side which was scarier than those bullies, they hurriedly went hiding the bridge as they limped heavily all the way to the bushes nearby with the body full of blue and purple bruises.

Well, welcome to my diary, my name is Vincent and no, my last name is not Van Gogh, in fact, Van Gogh does not even exist in this universe ...

Than? Surprised ?, believe me I was even more when I came out of a vaginal canal and was greeted with a pat on the butt, the situation was quite alarming, I remember feeling the air scratching my baby's skin. Since my ears, nose and eyes were covered in some kind of unpleasant liquid, it was difficult for me to know what the hell was going on, fortunately I was blessed with the ability to maintain a certain degree of calm in absurdly stressful situations, thanks to that I was able to deduce that Giant spots around me were not Mythical Giants, on the contrary, I was the little one.

I have to admit it was a lot of fun realizing that i was a baby, I even started laughing at the absurdity of the situation, my mother probably thought I was laughing with happiness like any normal baby would, and speaking about my mother, my mother is beautiful, when my eyes started working beyond the 30cm range, the first thing I saw was her face, pearly white skin, red eyes that are actually a bit creepy and black onyx hair.

Seeing her face calmed me on a primitive level, probably because she was my mother, unfortunately the calm did not last long when I realized that the color of her eyes was not normal, I assumed that it was still the same world as before, but only from its unnatural appearance I was able to deduce that this was a fictional world or an alternate reality of earth.

Also, it didn't take long for me to realize the financial crisis my mother was going through, I never saw a man in the house, so I assumed that my father had abandoned us or died before my birth, the most probably option is that he I would have died. You have to be such a stupid motherfucker to abandon such a beautiful woman ... right?

Let me tell you that my father is stupid, I had spent all the time of my new life trying to learn the language, thanks to that I was able to understand some words and sentences that my mother said during her fragile moments, generally when she began to read the endless accounts , which combined with the lack of photos of the man in the house made it very clear to me that the man was not dead and that his IQ was very low.

I tried to give Lilyth the least amount of trouble, the woman already had enough stress in her life, she didn't need me to cry and scream unnecessarily, the only thing i did when i was hungry or dirtied my diaper was moan softly, just barely audible enough for her to notice the waste between my legs, this surprised her a little, maybe she was expecting me to cry and having a lot of sleepless nights.

I have to say that I really like Lilyth, when she was not stressed by the bills, she behaved like the most loving mother I was lucky to see, although it may be that my opinion is quite partial for the times I was breastfed, i may not have hormones or a developed body, but that didn't stop me from admiring the beauty of his pink buttons ... seriously, that man is stupid.

From what I could deduce, Lilyth had a pretty decent job, and thanks to my quiet demeanor, they allowed her to take me to the office with her and her boss visited us often to chat and pinch my cheeks, the problem is that the stupid with low IQ , whom I refused to call father, had left many debts, apparently the man had fallen into drugs and was betting large sums of money in casinos, then I discovered that he had not abandoned us, my mother had asked him for a divorce. and she had also taken custody of his unborn child, in other words, me. You can say what you want about her, but Lilyth is a pretty tough woman when she get mad.

...

Today was a special day, today is my first birthday in this new life, I had just woke up and, as always, I stared at the sleeping face of the most important person for my new self, the date is December 1, 2008 Lilyth worked overtime most of the week to be free today, Miss Mitsuha (the boss) agreed in exchange for using me as a stuffed animal for several hours, the number of times I almost died suffocated between her breasts was not moderately normal either.

After waiting a few minutes, I started to feel hungry, so with all the regret in my heart I had to wake her up, to do so I decided to do the usual thing and place myself on her stomach, the pressure did not take long to take effect and I saw how her sleepy Ruby eyes opened, oh right, I forgot to say that I have the same color palette as her, white skin, red eyes and black hair, I will have all the women behind me when I grow up ... or so Miss Mitsuha says.

When her eyes focused on me her features softened and a small smile adorned her lips.

"Hi Vincy, why did you wake me up?" It seems that she is still somewhat asleep if she doesn't remember my birthday even though she was excited for it all week, in response I just gave her a somewhat regrettable moan.

That removed all his drowsiness and she immediately sat with me on her lap "What's wrong? Did you mess up your diaper?" my answer was to shake my head negatively, if anyone else observed our exchange they would be tremendously surprised by my degree of intelligence, but Lilyth being a first-time mother doesn't know how abnormal I am.

"Eh? Oh! You're hungry right?" She almost exclaimed and for a moment I thought I saw a lightbulb light up above her head, it's cute to see my mother behaving like a clueless teenager from time to time, although considering her tender age of 21 I shouldn't be surprised by her jovial attitude, heck , if we count my previous life I am actually older than her.

My nod was all she needed to get me close to her newly released chest, I stared uncomfortably at the pink nipple on the gelatinous mass of pearl skin, 'I'm not an expert on the topic, but I expected breastfeeding to stop long ago ... meh, I will reap the benefits of being a baby while they last 'I thought as I started to suck on the pink button in front of me.

While drinking the elixir of life, better known as milk, my mother started humming a quiet song, the same song she hums every time she is very happy, the song is strangely similar to an opening from Monogatari… 'Wait! My mother is an Otaku ?! ' I was so shocked that I released the nipple to open my mouth in shock. The next thing I knew, my mother was laughing out loud at the absolutely shocked face I sent her.

…

"Vincy, Vincy! Make a wish!" I heard Lilyth's voice as I looked at the small, flickering candle in front of me, I don't know why, but seeing that faint flame brought memories from before my death, it reminded me of the fragility of life, in my previous life I never had the opportunity to meet my parents, I spent my whole life focusing on things not so relevant as getting a better job, I sacrificed my enjoyment, my freedom and my time trying to secure a future that from the beginning was not assured.

And so it was, I died, my life ended, my dreams immediately followed and my constant sacrifices were totally useless ...

"Vincy, what's going on?" The dubious voice of my mother brought me back to reality, my eyes met hers and I could see how she squirmed, dubious about hugging me or taking me to the doctor, apparently my mind had spaced for a long time and she was beginning to worry, feeling a little stupid, I turned my attention to the already melted candle as I made a decision.

'If my life is like this flame, then I will enjoy the warmth of the moment' And with that thought I blew out the candle along with all my doubts. "Oka-san, I love you"

My mother froze for a moment upon hearing my first words, then tears started to flow from her eyes and I had no choice but to worry, but before I could say anything else, Lilyth closed the distance between us at the speed of a blink and when my brain returned to focus I was being imprisoned in her arms, thanks to our contact I could feel how her body trembled sporadically and my hair soon moistened with his crying.

"Oka-san?" Her grip tightened a little more at my question and her next words were clearly said between sobs. "Oka-san loves you too Vincy" It took me a moment to realize it, but I understood the reason behind her actions, loneliness, my father probably mistreated her psychologically and maybe physically, she divorced the only person she could call family, she gave birth to a baby, had to learn to be a single mother, etc.

I still remember how nervous and tired she looked during my first months of life, how difficult it was for her to bathe and change my diaper, the times when she fell asleep right after coming home and feeding me, of course, they gave her post birth vacation, but those holidays ended soon and without another person to take care of me, there were times when I saw her cry with worry when she left me alone at home for more than half an hour.

Many other people would have given me up for adoption or just neglected me, but she didn't, she constantly strove to be there for me, even if there were times when it was physically impossible for her to take care of me ...

Maybe due to my mental age, it was very difficult for me to consider her my mother, in fact, in my thoughts I often referred to her by her name, but if there is something that I do not doubt it is the great affection that I have for her, so even If I don't see her as a mother, I will appreciate her as the valuable person that is in my heart.

…

I never noticed how quickly time passes, after that night during my first birthday my mother became even more cheerful than she already was, her tired eyes were rejuvenated and she seemed to be permanently in the prime of her youth, little more and she would become a feminine and several times cuter version of Might Guy, even managed to develop her own youth Genjutsu, every time she was particularly happy I could almost see little roses orbit her, I would have been scared if it wasn't so hilarious.

Of course, after our financial crisis was resolved Lilyth began to show her Otaku side a bit more, there was a new shelf at home filled with wide variety of Manga, some mangas were very good like the Full Metal Alchemist version of this universe and others so bad that they made me want to take my eyes off, but they made my mother laugh because of how bad they were, and Lilyth in her beautiful ignorance did not know how strange it was to see a 2-year-old kid reading fluently…

Anyway, after turning 3 years old I could say that my time had come, my mother had spent a few weeks looking for a nearby kindergarten to enroll me, and in a short time I was in front of a small school, its walls were painted in very garish colors. It almost gave me epilepsy, I couldn't understand what was going through the mind of the one who painted this shit.

"Vincy, are you sure? We can always wait another year, you don't have to rush" Lilyth was playing her role as a hen mother as always 'Why do I feel like the adult here? ... Oh wait, seeing the situation logically I was the strange kid here, around me there were dozens of children crying and hugging their mothers as if their lives depended on it.

With a tired sigh I turned to see the worried woman holding my hand "Mom, I'm fine, it's not like we will never see each other again, it's only a few hours" my words seemed to do the trick and I saw her shoulders relax , she knelt down in front of me and gave me a big hug "Sorry, I almost forgot how mature my little Vincent is, just don't grow up too fast, I still have a job as a mother to do, you know?" she said while pouting.

"I do not promise anything, after all I do not want to stay so small forever, it is very difficult to hug you with my size" I said mockingly, she took a while to process my joke, when she did she let out a light laugh and kissed me on the cheek.

"I'll come pick you up later then, try not to disturb the others and make some friends, got it?" My hand rise to the height of my head making a kind of military greeting while responding with an "Affirmative" that managed to make her laugh again.

I didn't have to wait long before the caregivers began guiding the children to their respective classrooms, beginning my boring life as a student.

To explain how kindergartens work, we basically have a teacher, usually a woman, who at the same time plays the role of our babysitter, I honestly don't know why most of them are women, but I theorize that it has to do with how children perceive more easily to a woman as a family, you know, evolutionary things and instinctive behavior.

My teacher in question was a woman with black hair, black eyes as well as very beautiful Asian features, oh, I do not know if I already said it, but I was born in Japan, I suppose it may seem strange to you because of my name and I do not blame you, I was also quite confused seeing my mother's somewhat western appearance and hearing her speak Japanese.

It turns out that my paternal grandfather was born in Germany, but due to the financial crisis in his country during the Second World War he decided to move to Japan where he met my grandmother and together they had a daughter, unfortunately they died when my mother was 16 years old, luckily they left her enough money to finish her studies and look for a job, due to her great intellect Lilyth graduated a few years earlier and got the good job she has now, the only bad thing in this story is that she fell in love with the wrong boy.

As a curious fact, in this world the second world war ended without the need to explode Hiroshima and Nagasaki thanks to the fact that Germany carried out a coup against Hitler earlier than planned, ending in his assassination, that change unleashed the most incredible butterfly effect I have ever saw:

In this reality, the Government of the United States, not being under a countdown, took the liberty of warning Japan with bombing the most important oil companies, as well as launching 2 of the 4 nuclear bombs in its possession, if Japan didn't formally left the conflict, in addition, the surrender of the high commanders of the empire was requested to be tried as war criminals.

Japan as the proud empire it was, rejected said treat, days after, to Tokyo came the news that its most important oil companies and refining plants had been eradicated from the face of the earth, but that was not enough reason to stop the war, no the thing stopped the war was the gigantic crater that had appeared in the place of one of its most distant refineries, the icing on the cake was the high levels of radiation recorded in the vicinity of the impact.

One thing led to another and in the end Japan ended up suffering the same fate as the Germans, the empire fell thanks to a military coup and the peace treaty was signed allowing the United States to impose a new system of government called Democracy. All those things resulted in Japan ending the war with fewer human losses and a better economic state.

In addition, after the war, Japan focused on technological development, thus being side by side with the greatest world powers of today.

If you wonder how I know that, well, I was very bored and Lilyth had left her laptop connected to the internet near me… Now let's go back to paying attention to my new teacher. Okay?

"Hello children, my name is Asada Shiroka and I will be your teacher for the next year" said the woman in question as she wrote her name on the board, none of the children should be able to read correctly at this time and less in Kanjis, even so, something in the name seemed familiar to me.

After that, the teacher asked us to introduce ourselves and began to teach us basic concepts such as the syllabary. For the sake of not raising suspicions, I was forced to follow the teacher's instructions writing some syllables in Hiragana like the rest of the children.

"Very well children, now, this syllable reads like Ka" after writing several syllables I was seriously planning how to get out of the little hell that was this institution, also, the children kept looking at me from time to time, heck, even the teacher did it 'Please, I know that red eyes are a strange thing, but I've seen people with purple eyes! It shouldn't be that rare in this world, right?' Later I would find out that my mother and I were the only ones with this particular eye color on the entire planet ...

*This is the English version of my FF, English is not my native lenguaje, soo, i hope my translation works for you*

The protagonist reincarnates in the Sword Art Online universe, that is the synopsis ...

WARNING this is one of the first times that I write a fanfic so don't expect a masterpiece because you will end up being pretty mad, I also have to say that I gave myself the freedom to modify Aincrad and parts of world history, why? because when I saw SAO I thought: "Oh, interesting, there are 100 floors, each floor has its own ecosystem and history" and I found myself seeing only a few floors and they didn't even explain them correctly ...

(I'm talking about Anime version)

I have to study for my entrance exams so my update speed will be somewhat slow, just treat this novel as the fanfic it is and do not let it affect you personally because that is not my intention .

Anyway, leave a review, it does not matter if you insult me, as long as you point out some mistake or logical failure I will appreciate it.

* The cover image and SAO characters do not belong to me, if their respective creators consider it necessary I am willing to change the image and in the case of SAO remove the Fanfic *

"Teacher, I lost the divine puppet too." Van Gogh dared not hide such a fact from his teacher. After all, he was the only person he trusted on the entire island. If he lied to his teacher, there would be no one else on Black Dungeon Island who even wanted to help him.
"The divine puppet!" The black-robed elder hardly even flinched when he heard that Van Gogh had lost the lance.
After all, the Lance of Order was a godly item, but the divine puppet that was currently in Van Gogh's hand was the only piece of equipment that had been successfully crafted through divine smithing in the entire Black Dungeon Island! It had been created by using the highest grade materials, which had been acquired from the ruins of the First Dynasty.
There had not been a lot of research done on the puppet, as it was deemed more important to chase after the Eye of the Storm. It was for this reason that the Black Dungeon had let Van Gogh held onto it in the first place. However, they never would have expected for someone who wielded the Lance of Order and had brought 12 powerful holy masters with him to have lost the divine puppet!
That would have been impossible to imagine! After all, the divine puppet had summoned creature attributes that accompanied it wherever it went. As such, one could have recalled it, even if it had ended up being controlled by the enemy.
"Teacher, I'm afraid that even the head warden wouldn't be able to let me off the hook after this. After all, that divine puppet was a research subject that was funded by the Tribunal!" Van Gogh said fearfully.
"Then… What do you plan on doing?" The black-robed elder acknowledged Van Gogh's judgment, then asked about his next move.
While Black Dungeon was an independent institution, Van Gogh's mistakes were severe enough to cost him his position as successor to the head warden. Even if he was spared for the moment, Van Gogh's future would be a grim one.
The Tribunal had too many ways to making Van Gogh a walking dead man. They would have been able to make him continue to serve the Tribunal without needing to kill him, thus still being able to punish him in the most extremely brutal ways possible.
"Teacher, I want that piece of equipment. Then… I'll leave," Van Gogh said.
"Leave?" the black-robed elder asked, surprised by his words.
"Yes, teacher. I don't think I'm fit for Black Dungeon. Even if became a head warden in the future, I wouldn't have been able to go that far. After all, the Holy See wants to see all of the empires on the mainland destroyed." Van Gogh shook his head, then said, "I simply don't know what the future holds."
Att the moment, Van Gogh felt rather ashamed of himself.
"But, where else can you go?" the black-robed elder asked.
"Alchemy City. With that piece of equipment, I can disguise myself as a mage," Van Gogh replied.
"You'll fall, son..." the black-robed elder said, clearly worried about him.
"So what? Teacher, I've met a level nine fallen holy master. He was special, as he was able to affect me," Van Gogh said.
"You've made up your mind then?" The black-robed elder looked somewhat disappointed, yet also a little excited.
These two eerie expressions changed from one to another repeatedly on his face. He was disappointed that his student was about to fall, which meant that he was about to lose his only successor. This meant that he would be all alone once again in Black Dungeon.
On the other hand, he was excited to see if Van Gogh was able to avoid the soul corrosion after falling, thus continuing to advance. If so, it would have been something worthy of all of the research indeed! He even went on to capture some holy masters to be used for experiments for that very purpose, in order to find ways to make fallen holy masters become more powerful, while suffering no ill effects.
From the Tribunal's standpoint, this was not something blasphemous, as conflicts happened among the gods as well. In the conquest of heaven, they might have been required to fight believers of other gods. If they were able to find out ways to have these types of believers fall, the holy masters that were experimented on would have been considered offerings to the Lord of Glory.
"I can give you that piece of equipment, but first, I need to perform an experiment." Van Gogh knelt on the floor and kowtowed to his teacher.
This was usually a gesture of respect that was reserved for their god. Hence, such a blasphemous things would have only been done by someone like Van Gogh, who was already ready to fall.
The very reason he had risked his neck in returning to Black Dungeon was to get that piece of equipment that his teacher kept in secret. It was something that had been obtained by excavating some ruins of the First Dynasty by the previous generations of Black Dungeon elders.
Many of these elders had taken many of these things from the ruins for their own use. What his teacher had kept was something that not even the elders knew about. That was the very reason why Van Gogh had dared to ask for it. He knew that it would not drag his teacher into his mess.
At that moment, the black-robed elder stood up and opened the furnace, then turned to Van Gogh and said, "Get in."
"Get in?" Van Gogh exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes. Put on your armor and get in. I will then craft your armor and your body with divine light. When you fall, most of the punishment will then be taken on by the armor. Otherwise… For someone who has received so many blessings, it would be incredibly lucky for you if you just die on the spot," the elder said.
Van Gogh gritted his teeth and jumped into the furnace. After all, he trusted his teacher. Even if his teacher wanted to do him ill, he saw no choice but to accept his fate.
Despite everything, at this moment, Van Gogh felt that he was very fortunate, as he knew of no one else on the entire Black Dungeon Island who had someone they were able to put their trust in like he did. If he were to end up being killed at his teacher's hands, it would be the same as being killed by someone else. But... If he was saved by his teacher...
As Van Gogh recalled that grey-haired fallen holy master, hope welled up in his heart. People always hoped to live a good life, and there was very little that someone else would have been able to do if they were in his same position. However, Van Gogh would never give up.
He had planned on turning his back ever since the very first time he received the god's blessing. It was just that the day had come too suddenly, and he found himself unable to accept it.
At that moment, a divine light blasted within that huge metal furnace. As the light was reflected by the crystals, it ricocheted off of the walls and hit another spot.
Van Gogh sat in the middle of the furnace and let the divine light penetrate his body. The armor was entirely incapable of preventing this refining process of the divine light.
Van Gogh was able to withstand the pain in the beginning, but when the silver armor became completely fused with his body, the pain reached became too much to bear. The pain was so intense that Van Gogh wanted to tear the armor away from his body, but quickly found himself no longer able to control his body!
He wanted to call out to his teacher for help, yet the black-robed elder simply continued to place one holy prose after another into the furnace. The original equipment that had been sitting in the furnace was left inside of it, having already been fused together with Van Gogh's body.
A mage's human body alchemy was apparently very different from what that black-robed elder was practicing at the moment. Even Imposa did not have such daunting abilities! Imposa was, after all, just a level nine sorcerer, while the black-robed elder was capable of borrowing the power of the gods while he was using the furnace.
By this point, Van Gogh had stopped thinking of his body as being his own, but the pain he felt deep within his soul was not something that he was able to withstand. Countless holy prose within his body were being refined, and all of the blessings that he had received turned into the very root of his pain.
The black-robed elder patiently went about crafting his student, as he needed to force out every single mark of their god from Van Gogh's body, while fusing them with the silver armor. As the silver armor was first fused with his body, this act was not seen as falling. Instead, it was simply thought of as a clever trick.
When Van Gogh truly fell, which was the moment that his betrayal became known by his god, the greatest punishment that he would face would be taken on by the armor. Only the black-robed elder's divine smithing abilities were capable of accomplishing such a feat.
The furnace itself was a godly item, and furthermore, it was one that was crafted by another god before it was taken away by the Lord of Glory and bestowed upon a believer on Myers Mainland. Myers Mainland was the center of many planes, and due to this position, it was the most important.
The Lord of Glory spread his faith in secret after all of the gods had fallen, and he had put a lot of effort into doing so. If it was in the past, he would have never even thought about getting such a place for himself.
Both the teacher and the student knew how terrifying the divine punishments of the gods were. As such, Van Gogh did not doubt, but simply let his teacher clear the divine blessings in his body.
What can I do about the pain anyway? Van Gogh thought to himself. After all, he was trapped in the furnace, and even if he wanted to leave, he would have needed to have the Lance of Order with him in order to do so.
At that moment, hundreds of black-armored troops that were led by a black-robed priest, arrived outside the compound and blocked the door. The black-robed priest hesitated for a bit before asking at the door, "Master Carlo, has Van Gogh shown up here?"
"No," the black-robed elder answered, without stopping what he was doing. Instead, he actually sped up the process.
After the priest took a good look at the crystal chip in his hand, he thought… It seems that Master Carlo isn't lying.
He then peered into the compound restlessly, while a sliver of golden light burst in that crystal that was hanging in the air. The light then shot directly into his eye.
The black-robed priest yelled out in pain as his left eye burst. At the same time, the troops behind him tensed up and drew their weapons, getting ready to storm the compound.
The black-robed priest was startled and angered. He had been blinded for simply taking a look! He seethed inwardly as he thought... I'm still an adjudicator from the Tribunal! Can't that old man even give me a little respect?
"Carlo, how dare you..." The priest had no intentions of stopping his subordinates.
He could not believe that an old man from Black Dungeon would dare to kill an army from the Tribunal. The Tribunal had stationed troops on Black Dungeon Island at the moment in order to prepare for a conquest at sea. The priest thought… If Carlo isn't going to play nice, the head warden won't do anything to cover his a**!
A golden light burst out from within that injured eye before the priest was able to finish his sentence. Then, with a violent bursting sound, the priest's brain turned into a mist of blood and flesh.
Carlo did not care where the priest came from. On Black Dungeon Island, his compound was the one place that absolutely no one was allowed to enter. Even the head warden would have had to wait outside.
The black-robed priest did not know what he was getting into, and he had ended up dead because of it. The black-armored troops under his command were furious. At that moment, the leader of the troops rushed into the compound, followed by hundreds of others.
Carlo then sighed and yelled, "My god, purification!"
"Stop it!" An angry voice shouted from afar, while a heavily armored warrior carrying a halberd rushed to the scene, followed closely by 20 other black-robed priests.
The crystal hanging above the compound burst with gentle light. Threads of gold were laced in that white light, and when the light shone onto the bodies of the black-armored troops, they disintegrated one after another and blood poured everywhere.
The small compound was only able to fit a little more than 100, yet had over 300 rushing in at the moment. Therefore, all of them were quickly killed off by Purification.
As they died, their blood sprayed everywhere and fell all over the ground before being soaked up by the plants. Those dead soldiers' bodies were then swallowed by a giant hole that had suddenly appeared in the ground.
The peaceful-looking compound had numerous hidden traps within it, and as Carlo was the most powerful divine smith on the entire Black Dungeon Island, there was no way that his residence would not have proper defenses. When the heavily armored warrior arrived outside the compound, all of the soldiers from the troops within it were dead. Not even their bodies remained.
Upon seeing this, he furiously pushed his visor up and yelled at the compound, "Carlo, how dare you kill my men from the Tribunal?"
"I dared to do so without regret, and now… I'm telling you to get lost!" Carlo's harsh reply made the face of the warrior twist in fury.
"Alright then, I'll leave. You just sit here and wait for the head inquisitor to hand you your punishment!" the armored warrior yelled.
"Punishment?" Carlo snickered, then said, "If you won't show me any respect, then I'll just have you stay behind!"


It is said that the true meaning of a mage is to fully understand the truth of the world. A mage named Saleen Metatrin goes on many missions as a normal mage to try and change his fate. This in turn led to many problems and adventures.  

Christopher reluctantly opened the box in front of him and found… a remote controller with 'increase' and 'decrease' buttons. He clicked the 'decrease' one, but nothing happened. Next, he tried the 'increase' one and realized that it controls lights in the room.
Christopher's lips twitched. Is this some kind of a joke? Everyone got something good, well maybe not Bradley, but… he got a remote control for lights?!
"What should I do with this?", Christopher asked Jeff as calmly as he could muster.
"Increase all the way. Who knows what will be revealed?", Jeff hid his smirk behind the glass of water he sipped from. Jeff would usually drink something stronger when in the company of his five buddies, but since JoAnna is pregnant he is supporting her by staying away from alcohol.
Christopher frowned and increased lights all the way. The room was illuminated, revealing that they are in the space which looks like an art gallery. Paintings are hanged all over the walls. Those paintings are 'decorations for setting the right mood' (how Sarah and Aiden called it).
Christopher is into art and he wondered if this is a see-only treat, or will he actually get to keep some of the paintings? He wondered, what paintings are those? His face turned into disbelief as he started recognizing them: 'Le Pigeon aux Petits Pois' by Picasso, 'Poppy Flowers' by Van Gogh, 'The Storm on the Sea of Galilea' by Rembrandt, 'The Concert' by Vermeer, 'Reading Girl in White and Yellow' by Matisse, 'White Duck' by Oudry… And the list goes on and on. Those paintings are worth hundreds of millions! And for many of these there is no value attached because they are priceless!
But what came to Christopher as the biggest shock is when he clearly recognized the paintings which Marcus promised to him if he works against Jeff.
Christopher felt that he is about to hyperventilate. He told himself to calm down because these must be just reproductions, but… when was Jeffrey White involved in business which involves copies?
"What is all this?", Christopher asked Jeff under his breath.
Jeff's eyebrow arched. "I am glad you approve of my location choice for this dinner. I selected it with you on my mind. My friend owns this gallery, and after three months of displaying these pieces, he is about to return them to two fervent art collectors who were kind enough to put some of their most valuable pieces here on a display. As you can guess, they are collecting them over many years. I hope you like it, because not everyone can get inside here."
How Jeff sees it, he lied only about two things, and both are duration: how long the paintings are displayed (it's few hours instead of three months) and how long Sarah and Aiden (aka fervent art collectors) are in the business of collecting artwork (it's less than six months and not many years how much Jeff suggested). Everything else in his statement is true.
Christopher had trouble inhaling. "Three months?!"
Jeff confirmed. "I am not sure why, but my friend asked me not to take photos while inside, and if possible not to spread around what we saw here. It seems that some of these are worth a lot and the gallery owner wants to avoid unnecessary attention."
"They are worth a lot?", Vincent asked while looking around casually. "Does that mean that these the originals?"
Jeff shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe Christopher can help answer that question since he is the expert in arts."
Everyone looked at Christopher and after some silence, Russel asked: "Can you check if these are originals?"
Russel was curious as well.
Christopher stood up and approached one painting slowly while pulling a magnifying glass out of his inner jacket pocket.
"Look at him, ready with the tools. A true professional…", Jasper said while Christopher carefully inspected the painting on the wall.
During all this time, Bradley was spacing out. His mind was in turmoil.
Bradley was drifting from wishing to rip Paige and Cooper into pieces to denying that those photos are real. And there is no way that Jeff is onto him. If Jeff knows that Bradley is working with Marcus, Jeff would not be so calm. After all, Jeff's style is to silently take care of the problem. And if Jeff knows that Bradley IS the problem, he would punish him, and not treat him to a dinner.
"Lies!", Bradley shoot up from his seat and screamed while pointing at the box in front of him. He glared at Jeff. "You made this up!"
Jeff raised his eyebrows up slowly. "Why would I do that?"
Vincent and Russel shrunk in their seats. By now they also stole glances at the photos in front of Bradley and they saw that the photos show that Paige is cheating on him.
"Because… because…", Bradley could not come up with anything other than Jeff found out that he is working with Marcus. But this is not the place to say that. Jeff's men are all around them.
"Do you think that I covet your woman? Or I have a different agenda to fake something like that? Here…", Jeff reached into his pocket and threw a USB stick inside the box with photos. "This is a bonus."
"What is that?", Bradley asked.
"Videos which go with photos. Some are from video surveillance and others are from their phones. You should be able to check Paige's cloud storage even if she deleted them from her phone, right?"
Bradley was shaking from anger. Or maybe from fear because he can't dismiss the possibility that Jeff found out that he is working against him. Probably both. He grabbed the box, put the lid on and stormed outside.
Jeff's men blocked Bradley's path.
"Let him go.", Jeff said.
Bradley rushed out without looking back.
"Eh, he left without finishing his food.", Jasper said while glancing at Bradley's plate.
Vincent snorted. "If I've seen photos of my Ashley with another man like that, I would not have much of an appetite either."
"Ashley? You are still with her? Tell us about her.", Jasper demanded.
Vincent was happy to tell Jeff, Russel and Jasper about his burning love for Ashley Mitchell while Christopher moved from one painting to another, carefully inching the magnifying glass just above the canvas, making sure not to touch it.
Christopher returned to his seat after some time, with an indescribable expression. He inspected number of paintings and focused on few which Marcus promised to him as a payment.
"And?", Vincent probed Christopher. "Are they copies or treasures?"
"Based on what I can see, they are genuine.", Christopher admitted.
Vincent and Russel made 'Oooo' faces, but they don't really know what it means if the paintings are genuine or not. Probably they are worth more, but how much more, they don't know.
Christopher knows that many of these are missing for years, it's believed that they are stolen. But here, they all appeared under one roof as part of a collection from two mysterious art enthusiasts. Christopher saw that Jeff is looking at him and he paused. Is it possible that the collectors Jeff mentioned are a cover for Jeff himself? That would make sense… The paintings belong to Jeff, and Marcus knows that when he gets his hands on everything Jeff has, that will include these paintings also. But that does not change the fact that Marcus promised something he does not have (yet).
Christopher's mind was a mess.
Regardless if Marcus lied about having the paintings or is counting to hand them over after he deals with Jeff, the problem right now is with the fact that Jeff went out of this way to organize this dinner in an art gallery.
Christopher found that the room is running out of oxygen at the thought that this gallery, paintings, a present which clearly indicates that Jeff wanted Christopher to be aware of the paintings… it all points to one thing: Jeff is knows that Christopher is working with Marcus. Why else would he show him paintings which Marcus promised?
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This is a story of three Hill sisters who are navigating through challenges while they uncover the complicated story behind their maternal side of the family. And their father is not a simple man either.

Sarah is an introvert who does not want to attract attention. Other than mad coding skills, Sarah knows how to throw a punch. She believes that her biggest problem is the existence of a hacker Omega and her world flips when the most popular guy on campus approaches her. What does he want? Why her? (Ah, Sarah, that is only the beginning.) 

JoAnna easily makes friends with her bubbly personality. Some call her a mad scientist, but she prefers ‘Dr. Hill’, because that is what she is. JoAnna is an excellent markswoman who can snipe out any target and she is wondering if her prince charming will ever come.

Sophia is the voice of reason, their pillar of support. She is a confident CEO who knows how to get what she wants. Sophia’s degree in law combined with amazing capabilities to analyze situation and plan ahead make her the perfect strategist (to achieve a goal without ending up in jail). 

Every sister is different, and so are their relationships. 

They all have in common: trust and belief that if they work together, anything is possible.


***SPOILER? - START *** 
Story starts with a focus on the youngest sister (Sarah). 
After about 100 chapters, the oldest sister (Sophia) gets in the romantic spotlight. 
JoAnna finds herself pulled into romance last, at about 200 chapter mark. 
***SPOILER? - END ***



"Do you believe in destiny?", Sarah broke the silence. 
"Destiny?" Aiden didn't expect such a question. 
"Yes. The thing that is meant to happen, and there is nothing you can do to prevent it. And when it does happen, everything feels right." 
"Why would you ask me such a thing?" 
"Until few weeks ago I would say that there is no such thing as destiny. That we are all masters of our lives and that everything depends on our actions, or lack of it. But I can't help but wonder: why did I not push you away? ... Why does it feel like everything will be OK as long as we are together? ... You are a piece of me that I never knew was missing. Is this destiny?" 
"Mmm... if that is destiny, then I approve it.", Aiden lightly kissed Sarah's shoulder and rested his chin on it. 

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Contains description of sexual scenes. If you are not comfortable with that, don’t read it!
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2nd WARNING!!!
This is my first novel! :)
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Begitu masuk, mataku langsung meneliti sekeliling. Rumah ini memiliki dekorasi gaya Eropa. Elegan dan mewah. Sepertinya Tuan Qiao berasal dari keluarga kaya dan memiliki banyak uang.
　　
Sebelumnya aku sering mendengar bahwa banyak seniman hidup dalam kemiskinan sepanjang hidup mereka karena tidak dapat menemukan nilai komersial untuk karya-karya mereka.
　
Contohnya Vincent Willem Van Gogh, pelukis pasca impresionis Belanda, yang tidak dikenal sampai kematiannya.
　　
Tapi Tuan Qiao tampaknya telah hidup kaya sebelum kematiannya. Meskipun ia mati muda, tetapi ia juga beruntung. Setidaknya ia bisa meninggalkan kehidupan yang layak untuk istrinya setelah kematiannya.
　　
Nyonya Lu duduk di sofa dan menatap kami. Di antara alis dan matanya, terlihat ketidakpedulian seorang wanita paruh baya kepada dunia.
　　
"Nyonya Lu, maaf telah mengganggu Anda." Aku berkata dengan sedikit sesak.
　　
Nyonya Lu tersenyum perlahan, menunjukkan keramah tamahannya, "Apa yang ingin kamu ketahui tentang pekerjaan suamiku? Katakan saja. Aku telah membantunya memilah-milah pekerjaannya selama ini. Ada banyak mahasiswa sepertimu yang tertarik dengan karyanya. "
　　
Aku menatap Bei Mingyan dan ia mengangguk padaku. Kemudian aku kembali menoleh ke Nyonya Lu dan berkata, "Kami ingin tahu karya Tuan Qiao yang paling terkenal yang berjudul (Menunggu Dalam Cemas) ."
　　
Prang!
　　
Nyonya Lu menjatuhkan cangkir teh di depannya.
　　
Teh mengalir di semua tempat. Aku buru-buru menyerahkan tisu padanya.
　　
"Maaf, jika saya terlalu berani." 
　　
Aku meminta maaf dengan cepat, karena takut ia akan marah, lalu mengusirku dan Bei Mingyan pergi.
　　
Rupanya hanya perasaanku saja yang terlalu khawatir. Nyonya Lu sama sekali tidak marah, tetapi ia justru berkata dengan malu, "Maaf, aku menjatuhkan cangkir teh itu."
　　
Mau tak mau aku menoleh ke arah Bei Mingyan. Dengan tenang ia memegang tanganku di bawah sofa dan memberi isyarat untuk melanjutkan dengan berani.
　　
Dengan dorongannya, aku kembali bertanya pada Nyonya Lu dengan ragu, "Bisakah Anda menunjukkan kepada kami lembaran lagu itu?"
　　
Nyonya Lu duduk lagi dan menghela nafas, "Sejujurnya, aku telah membakar lembaran lagu itu."
　　
Aku terkejut dan berkata, "Dibakar? Mengapa Anda membakarnya?"
　　
Tampaknya wajah Nyonya Lu terlihat sedih dan sedikit bingung.
　　
"Menunggu Dengan Cemas adalah karya terakhir suamiku ketika dia masih hidup. Aku sedang hamil ketika dia menulis lagu itu, tetapi dia sangat terobsesi untuk membuatnya. Dia mengunci diri di kamar sepanjang hari dan mengabaikanku. Pada akhirnya, lagu itu keluar dan sangat dipuji di industri ini, tetapi depresinya menjadi lebih serius. Akibatnya, di hari aku melahirkan anak perempuanku, dia bunuh diri."
　　
Ternyata kisah Nyonya Lu ini juga menyedihkan. Untuk sesaat, aku tidak bisa berkata-kata dan tidak tahu bagaimana menghiburnya.
　　
Setelah terdiam cukup lama, aku menurunkan mataku sambil berbisik, "maaf." 
　　
Nyonya Lu tersenyum pahit dan melambaikan tangannya, "Tidak masalah. Lagu itu terlalu menyedihkan, hatiku terasa seperti ditekan dengan kuat saat mendengarkannya. Kurasa lagu itu terlalu negatif, jadi aku membakar lembar lagunya, dan aku tidak ingin ada yang mendengarnya lagi. Terlebih aku tahu bagaimana proses pembuatan lagu itu."
　　
Meskipun tahu lembar lagu itu sudah dibakar, tapi aku masih sedikit berharap, "Anda tidak meninggalkan cadangan sama sekali?" 
　　
"Tidak." Nyonya Lu menjawab sederhana, "Maaf aku tidak bisa membantu kalian."
　　
"Lalu, apakah ada orang lagi yang mengambil lembar lagu itu? Misalnya, memainkan lagi sesuai lembar lagu itu, lalu mengunggahnya ke Internet?"
　　
"Aku sudah mengatakannya. Aku sudah membakarnya. Tidak ada yang akan memainkannya lagi."
　　
Nyonya Lu jelas tidak sabar ketika aku bertanya kepadanya. Tanpa aba-aba ia bangun dengan tidak senang dan menatap kami dengan serius. Lalu tangannya menunjuk pintu keluar.
　　
Tapi, aku dan Bei Mingyan harus mengucapkan terima kasih sebelum bangkit untuk pergi.
　　
Namun, ketika sampai di pintu, Bei Mingyan tiba-tiba berbalik dan bertanya kepada Nyonya Lu, "Putri Anda berada di SMP tahun ini?"
　　
Nyonya Lu tertegun dan mengangguk, "Dia biasanya tinggal di sekolah dan jarang pulang. Ada apa?"


Xia Qianqiu adalah seorang gadis yang baru saja merayakan ulang tahun ke 18. Suatu hari, seorang pendeta pernah mengatakan kalau ia dilahirkan dari kekuatan Yin yang kuat. Jadi setelah ia dewasa nanti, hidupnya tidak akan bahagia karena akan sering mendapat gangguan dari roh-roh jahat.
Awalnya, ia mengabaikan pernyataan sang pendeta, tetapi setiap malam, sejak hari ulang tahunnya yang ke 18, lelaki tampan selalu muncul di dalam mimpinya dan hidupnya selalu bersinggungan dengan hal-hal buruk.
Lelaki  itu selalu mengatakan pada Xia Qianqiu bahwa roh-roh jahat tidak akan berani mengusik hidupnya jika ia menikah dengan lelaki itu. Lalu bersediakah Xia Qianqiu untuk menikahi lelaki misterius itu dan apakah hidupnya akan benar-benar tidak bahagia seperti yang dikatakan oleh pendeta?

Still, it must be said that Mu Tangxue's little scheme was effective. Every classmate was now a lot less uncomfortable about her, their bad impression about her from yesterday erased. Some were even talking to her now.
In Mu Tangxue's mind, Mu Qiqi needed four whole months before becoming a part of the class.
On the other hand, she would need only four days.
And when that time comes, she would absolutely keep Mu Qiqi isolated from the rest of the class!
However, Mu Qiqi knew what she was planning. Mu Tangxue only succeeded before because she simply abided by it and did nothing.
But would she stand by it now for nothing?
After the doorbell rang, the class teacher entered the classroom with a name list and smiled at everyone. "A competition sponsored by the International Mathematical Olympiad will be held in A Town. Our school will be sending two students to participate, and by luck our class managed to get a place."
"Mu Tangxue, I understand that you were always representing Van Gogh in competitions when you were studying there, and have much experience."
The class all turned towards Mu Tangxue.
They did not expect that her results were so good despite her delicate appearance.
"Yes, teacher." Mu Tangxue quickly smiled in return. Perhaps the teacher is sending her as a representative this time as well?
"However, from what I could tell from your current results, Qiqi's is better in mathematics and more knowledgeable than you are. That is why I'm planning to have Qiqi participate this time and honor our class. What do you think, class?"
"Teacher, it's not like our opinion matters—Qiqi should go since she scored full marks for maths!"
"Yes, Qiqi should go!"
The class gave Mu Qiqi their vote of confidence at once.
The teacher smiled as well. "Then it's decided… Qiqi, do your best!"
"Understood, teacher." Mu Qiqi's excellent scores allowed her to be confident, which was also a way of making friends in school as well. Therefore, even Mu Tangxue, who was amongst the top graders in Van Gogh was squeezed outside the top twenty in Eaton then.
Mu Tangxue certainly could not help but feel jealous when she saw that Mu Qiqi was respected and envied by the class.
In the past, Mu Qiqi's grades were rock-bottom. She did not expect her to improve so rapidly in just four months.
One of their classmates whispered to Mu Tangxue right then. "Was Mu Qiqi already so great in Van Gogh?"
Mu Tangxue grinned but did not reply, because Mu Qiqi was an ugly duckling back in Van Gogh.
Now that she thought about it, when Mu Qiqi is away for the competition, she would have a good chance to bring their classmates to her side.
And when Mu Qiqi returned after two days, she would have a big gift waiting.
***
Mu Qiqi was ready to leave school after the bell rang, but she was told to meet the teacher in the staff room.
"Qiqi, do your best in the competition at A Town tomorrow."
"Yes, teacher. But do you have something else to tell me?" Mu Qiqi said, perceptive about the teacher's intention.
"Just do your best, I'll have your back in school."
"Understood." Mu Qiqi nodded, smiling.
Whatever the teacher noticed or saw, Mu Qiqi was very sure that the teacher was now completely on her side.
In the very least, not everyone could be bought with Mu Tangxue's schemes.
After she got home, Mu Qiqi told Su Zipei about participating in the mathematics competition. Her aunt was naturally happy for her.
"Qiqi, you're really going places."
However, Mu Qiqi knew that Mu Tangxue was going to be trying something when she was away from Eaton.
At night, when Mu Qiqi was packing her luggage, her eyes were glued to her mobile phone.
She thought that she should tell Sheng Xiao about going to A Town, but she did not want to disturb him at the same time.
The next morning, Mu Qiqi placed her bags inside Old Lin's car.
Regrettably, she did not get to see Sheng Xiao as she had hoped to. 
"Will you be alright by yourself in A Town?"
Mu Qiqi shook her head when Su Zipei asked after her. "I'll be fine, Aunt Zipei."
"Then come home as soon as you can!"
When Mu Qiqi turned to get on Old Lin's car, he glanced at her from the rearview mirror. "Miss Qiqi, are you waiting for Young Master?"
"No."
"He's always rushing about, and he does things without a pattern. You don't have to wait for him—just tell him if anything happens, make an appointment."
At those words, Mu Qiqi looked down at the mobile phone in her palm.
After thinking about it, she sent Sheng Xiao a message. "I'm joining a competition in A Town…"
Mu Qiqi wanted to see him. Even if she could not, she would have a peace of mind just by hearing his voice.
And as she had thought, Sheng Xiao called her right after she sent him the message. "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
"I thought you were busy and didn't want to bother you."
"Where will you be staying tonight?" Sheng Xiao ignored her entirely, only worried that she was alone and unprotected out there.
"The school has made arrangements. You can relax." Mu Qiqi replied.
"Do your best."
With those three words, Sheng Xiao hung up. Mu Qiqi could hear that he was having a meeting on the other end.
Still, she was much calmer after hearing his voice.
With that, she would have the courage to face any challenge.
***
Mu Tangxue glanced at Mu Qiqi's seat when she was away for the competition.
Many of her classmates kept asking her why a pair of twins like them would live separated.
Mu Tangxue smiled, speaking carefully and evasively. Soon, however, a student from Van Gogh wrote an interesting post online: Rumor has it that our bottom-feeder turned things around in Eaton?
Beneath the post was Mu Qiqi's grades and disciplinary records in Van Gogh over the years!
The post was shared elsewhere quickly, and Van Gogh students who had friends at Eaton downloaded the records to show their friends as well.
Her obvious punishments and rock-bottom result generated wild interest towards Mu Qiqi, especially amongst her own classmates.
All of them were stunned by the post. "Was Qiqi actually so rotten?"
"Isn't she just a troublemaker?"
"Her grades are so horrible, and she's even suspended before. Did she come to Eaton because she couldn't survive in Van Gogh?"
"She must be cheating to get such good grades here."
The class hotly debated about the post.
Even Mu Qiqi's tablemate was left in disbelief by the post.
Was that really Mu Qiqi?
Was she really so rotten in the past?


Born as twins, but Mu Qiqi was left suffering every torment and became the greatest scapegoat in history only because she was not a better actress than her sister!
That was when she had a nasty thought on how she would escape her family: she would marry the archnemesis of her own parents. She just never imagined that it would come true! 
However, she soon grew addicted to being the enemy’s wife: after the hardship of being  the daughter of her parents, for her naughty husband was giving her strength and aided her revenge.
Life does not get any better!
***
“Doesn’t payback feel awesome?”
“It does!”
“Well, I can make you feel even better!"


"AZURINE!!!" malakas na sigaw ng dalawang lalaki sa itaas. Tanaw sa malaking butas sa bubong ng palasyo. Matapos gamitin ni Azurine ang kapangyarihan niya, nagawa niyang pasabugin ang itaas na bahagi gamit ang liwanag na nagmula sa kanyang awitin.

Natingala ang lahat nang makita ang pulang dragon na lumilipad sa langit at patungo sa kanilang lahat sa loob. Nang makapasok sa loob tumalon kaagad si Eldrich upang takbuhin sa kinatatayuan si Azurine.

"Prinsipe Eldrich!" tawag ni Azurine.

"Azurine!" Mabilis na niyakap nang mahigpit ni Eldrich si Azurine. 
Gusto pa sanang yakapin ni Eldrich si Azurine nang matagal pero may kinakaharap pa silang panganib. Bumaba rin si Seiffer at hinayaang lumipad-lipad si Seiffy sa loob. Bumuga ng apoy ang dragon at nawasak ang iba pang parte ng palasyo. 

"D-Dragon?!" Napaatras ang mga pirata nang makita ang dragon na bumubuga at nagpapasabog ng apoy.

"Tsk! Ang crimson dragon, paanong napunta sa kamay n'yo ang ganyang mythical creature?" Nanlilisik na tanong ni Hellsing. Itinaas niya ang kanyang kamay at sa isang iglap lang ay lumitas ang mahaba, itim at makapangyarihang espada sa kanyang kamay.

"Ho!Ho!Ho! Ang espada ng kadiliman. 'KuroKen', nasa sa 'yo pala iyan!" Lumapit si Seiffer, may kaunting distansya sa pagitan nilang dalawa. 

Tumaas ang kilay ni Hellsing nang makita ang nag-aalab na kulay lilang mga mata ni Seiffer. 

"Ang mga matang 'yan—hahaha!" biglang tawa ni Hellsing nang may maalala sa mga mata ni Seiffer. 
Hindi naman nagpatinag ang mga pirata at sumugod sila sa dalawang prinsipe. Sa tulong ni Seiffy hindi nakapalag ang ibang tauhang pirata maliban sa tatlong hari. Lumusob sina Ashlando at Zanaga patungo kina Azurine. 

"Azurine, ikaw nang bahala kina Octavio!" Mariing utos ni Eldrich na siya namang sinunod kaagad ni Azurine. 

Tumakbo si Azurine sa kinaroroonan nina Octavio upang kalagan ang mga ito mula sa pagkakatali. Sinuportahan naman siya ni Eldrich, siniguro ng prinsipe na makakatakbo si Azurine patungo sa kanila. 

"Hindi kayo makakalampas sa akin!!!" Hinawi ni Eldrich ang kanyang espada sa dalawang pirata. Dalawa laban sa isa.

"Tingnan nga natin ang galing mo, prinsipe!!!" Lumusob si Ashlando gamit ang two handed maze. 

Slash!

Woosh!

Nakipagpalitan ng galing sa pakikipaglaban si Eldrich sa dalawa. Walang makatama sa prinsipe, maliban sa magaling siyang humawak magaling din siyang umilag. Parehong mataas ang damage ng sandata ng dalawang pirata kumpara sa single blade one hand sword ni Eldrich. 

Tumalon nang mataas si Ashlando at inihataw ang two handed maze niya na may kasamang full force. Tumama ito sa sahig at gumawa nang malaking butas. Tumalsik ang mga bitak ng simento na siya namang ginamit ni Zanagang panlinlang sa prinsipe. Dahil sa mga batong nag-angatan at talsikan, hindi napansin ni Eldrich si Zanaga sa likuran niya't nahiwa siya ng malaki, matalim nitong sandata. 

"Ugh!!!" hiyaw ni Eldrich matapos tanggapin ang malalim na sugat sa likod. 

Napaluhod si Eldrich, tinusok niya ang espada sa sahig para makuha ang suporta at hindi tuluyang humandusay sa lupa. Pinagitnaan ni Zanaga at Ashlando si Eldrich. 

"Prinsipe Eldrich!!!" sigaw ni Azurine, habang pinapanuod ang laban nila. 

Tatakbo sana si Azurine ngunit pinigilan siya ni Van Gogh. "Dito ka lang! Hayaan mo nang ako ang tumulong sa kanila!"

"G-Ginoo…"

"Nagawa mo na ang parte mo, Prinsesa." Ngumiti si Van Gogh, tapos ay tumakbo patungo kay Eldrich.

Napaatras sina Azurine at Octavio nang puntahan sila ni Seiffy at isinakay sa likod. 

"Seiffy!!!" Napayapos si Azurine sa mahabang leeg ni Seiffy. Maluha-luha ang prinsesa sa mga nangyayari ngayon. Ngunit nangako na siya sa sarili niyang lalaban din siya at hindi na magiging mahina. 

"Seiffy, tuluyangan natin sila!" untag ni Azurine sa kaibigang dragon.

Grawwh!

Sa pag-alulong ni Seiffy, sumasang-ayon ito. Hindi rin naman papayag ang dragon na mawala ang kanyang kinikilalang magulang.

Habang lumilipad sina Azurine at Octavio sakay ni Seiffy, pinagmamasdan din nila ang labang nagaganap sa ibaba. Nabaling ang tingin nila kay Eldrich na tinulungan ni Van Gogh.

"Bata, ayos ka lang?!" pabirong tanong ni Van Gogh sa dati niyang estudyante.

"Maestro!" Tumayo si Eldrich at pinagpatuloy ang pagsugod sa dalawa.

Sa ngayon isa sa isa na ang laban. Sumugod din si Van Gogh gamit ang one bladed sword na mahaba at istilong pang samurai. Minana pa niya ito sa kanilang ancestor, 'Sun Sword'.

"Sun sword slash!" Isang mala sinag ng araw ang lumabas sa talim ng espada ni Van Gogh na siyang humiwa sa hangin at nagpatuloy sa katawan ni Ashlando. Hindi nakaiwas ang manunubos na pirata at napaatras ito.

"Tsk! Hindi ko akalaing kaya mo ring itago ang sanda mo sa loob ng ibang dimensyon!" asar na wika ni Ashlando.

Ang pagtatago ng sanda sa ibang dimensyon ay ginagawa ng mga mandirigmang may kakayahan ding gumamit ng magic. Dahil sa kaalaman nila sa mahika nagagawa nilang buksan at hiwain ang dimensyon at doon itago ang kanilang sandata. Madali nila itong nakukuha kapag kailangan nila. Dahil bound o sabihin na nating nakipagkasundo sila sa mga sandatang ito. Kahit ano'ng oras ay magagamit nila ito.

"Huwag mo akong minamaliit, matandang manyakis! Hindi porket bumagsak ang kaharian ng Wyvern sa kamay n'yo ay magagapi n'yo na ang hari nang gano'n-gano'n lang!" Lumaki ang ngisi ni Van Gogh. 

Habang sa laban naman ni Eldrich at Zanaga, ay tapos na. Tumilapon ang malaking sandata ni Zanaga at napahandusay ito sa sahig. Nakatutok ang talim ng espada ni Eldrich sa leeg ni Zanaga. 

"Kumilos ka at tapos ka!" banta ni Eldrich.

Nagtungo sina Azurine sa kinaroroonan nila Van Gogh at Eldrich. Nagtipon sila sa tabi ni Seiffy. Isang buga lang ng apoy ng dragon at takot na kaagad ang mga pirata. 

Kaagad bumaba si Azurine upang tingnan ang kalagayan ni Eldrich mula sa pinsalang natamo nito sa talim ng sandata ni Zanaga.

Mabilis niyang nilapat ang kanyang palad sa likod ni Eldrich at umawit nang taimtim. Nawala at naghilom ang sugat ni Eldrich. 

"Salamat, Azurine!" Hindi makalingon si Eldrich kahit gusto na niyang yakapin si Azurine. Nasa paligid pa rin ang mga kalaban kaya dapat siyang humanda.

Nang biglang silang nakaringi nang malakas na pagsabog. Mula sa kinaroroonan naman ni Seiffer kalaban niya ang Dark Lord at si Serarah.

Nabaling ang pansin nilang lahat sa pagtilapon ng katawan ni Seiffer sa sahig. Malaki ang hiwa sa kanyang dibdib at may itim na enerhiyang pumapalibot sa kanyang katawan. 

"S-Seiffer!!!" Tumakbo si Eldrich upang tulungan ang kapatid.

"Ugh! Huwag kang lumapit!!!" namimilipit na sigaw ni Seiffer, pinigilan niyang lumapit s akanya si Eldrich.

Nakakatakot na hakbang ang nagpanginig sa kalamnan nilang lahat nang makita ang nakakatakot na kalaban. Hindi si Serarah ang may gawa noon. Nakatayo lang ang babaeng pirata sa gilid nila. 
Ang puminsala kay Seiffer ay walang iba kundi ang skeleton wizard na si Soke. May dark magic, poison sword at isang death eater. 

"Isang dark spell ang inilagay ko sa kanya. Ang hiwang natamo niya sa poion sword ko ay may kakayahang kumain hindi lang ng katawan kundi pati kaluluwa. Kakainin siya nito hanggang bawian siya ng buhay!" malaki at malalim ang boses ni Soke. Para siyang isang higante kung magsalita. 

"G-Ginoong Seiffer!" 

Hindi kinaya ni Azurine ang nasaksihan niya't lumusob siya patungo kay Seiffer. May kung anong kirot sa puso niya na hindi niya makayang nakikitang nahihirapan si Seiffer. Kahit pa ito ay may kasinungalingang ginawa sa kanya. Isang awit ang kumawala sa bibig ni Azurine. Muli ay iwinaksi ng liwanag ang kadilimang bumabalot sa paligid. Gumawa ng healing barrier si Azurine. Sa loob nito ang lahat ay makakatanggap ng healing magic at ma-re-restore ang mana at lakas. 

Bumulusok sa kalangitan ang kwagong si Knowledge. Nag-aabang lang ito sa mga kaganapang mangyayari at nakahandang umalalay sa kanila.

"Prinsesa! Ako na ang bahala kay Seiffer!" Lumaki ang katawan ni Knowledge at naging dambuhalang kwago. Dinagit niya si Seiffer at inihagis sa likod. Dahil may dark attribute si Knowledge at immune siya sa dark magic, hindi magiging mapanganib ang dark aurang lumalabas sa katawan ni Seiffer. 

"Umalis na tayo rito!!!" sigaw ni Knowledge.

Umakyat silang lahat sa likod ni Seiffy habang binibigyan sila ng proteksyon ni Azurine. Humakbang si Soke patungo sa kanila upang pigilan silang tumakas ngunit…

"Hayaan mo na, Soke!" pigil ni Hellsing sa kanyang right hand man.

Nakita ni Azurine ang pagkakataon at tumakbo siya patungo sa kanila. Mabilis na lumipad si Seiffy palayo. Ramdam ni Azurine na pinalaya lamang sila ni Hellsing. Nakatitig ang Dark Lord sa mga mata ng prinsesang sirena. Ngumiti pa si Hellsing na tila nagsasabing hindi pa ito ang katapusan. 
Nanginig ang kalamnan ni Azurine sa mga titig na iyon. Batid niyang hindi pa sila tunay na ligtas. Sa ngayon ang tanging magagawa nila ay lumayo at iligtas ang kanilang mga buhay.

Isang mahigpit at mainit na yakap ang nagkumot sa katawan ni Azurine. 

"Azurine, alalang-alala ako sa 'yo!" wika ni Eldrich. May pag-aalala sa tinig nito na may halong pananabik.

"Prinsipe Eldrich, ayos na ako. huwag ka nang mag-alala!" Hinawakan ni Azurine si Eldrich sa magkabilang pisngi upang bigyan ng kasigurahan na maayos na siya.

Nagkatitigan ang dalawa't niyakap siyang muli ni Eldrich sa kanyang bisig. May kung anong pakiramdam si Azurine, naguguluhan siya ngayon. Lalo pa nang marinig nila ang naghihirap na pag-ungol ni Seiffer habang sakay sa likod ni Knowledge.

"Ginoo!" nag-aalalang tawag ni Azurine.

"W-Wala ba tayong magagawa para sa kanya?" tanong ni Octavio. May pag-aalala pa rin sa binata kahit may galit siya rito.

Tumayo si Van Gogh at pinalapit si Knowledge. Lumipat siya sa likod ng kwago upang tingnan ang lagay ni Seiffer.

"Mister, huwag mo siyang hahawakan. Delikado ang dark aurang pumapalibot sa katawan niya ngayon. Pati ikaw mahahawa sa poison at maaaring kainin din ang laman at kaluluwa mo," babala ni Knowledge.

"Uhmm…" Napakamot si Van Gogh. "Dito lang ako sa likod babantayan siya."

Tumango at pumayag si Knowledge basta't huwag lang niyang hahawakan si Seiffer. Kitang-kita nila ang paghihirap ng binata. Nakahawak sa leeg at na parang may nakabara rito. Nanlalaki ang mga mata at waring nababaliw sa maya't mayang pagpa-ikot-ikot ng katawan. 

"Dalhin natin siya kay Meister Hellena, baka matulungan niya si Seiffer," atubiling suhestiyon ni Eldrich.

"Oo! Tama kay Meister Hellena nga. Hindi ba't kilala siya at malakas na witch ng Oero?" pagsang-ayon ni Azurine kay Eldrich.

Tumango si Eldrich. Sumang-ayon din ang lahat. Ngayon ay pabalik na sila sa isla ng Luxerto upang daanan si Zyda. Sa pamamagitan ng barko babalik sila sa kontinente ng Sallaria patungo sa kaharian ng Oero. 

Kailangan ding magpahinga ni Knowledge at Seiffy kaya mas mainam na nasa barko sila. Nang makarating sa barko hindi na sila nagpatumpik-tumpik pa't naglayag na kaagad. Ipinaliwanag nila ang sitwasyon at buong kaganapan kay Zyda. Habang si Seiffer ay matiyagang binabantayan ni Azurine. Naluluha siya habang inaalala ang kalagayan ng binatang iniligtas niya noon. Marami pa siyang gustong sabihin, itanong kay Seiffer. Kailangan niyang manalig na magiging maayos din ang kalagayan niya.

A three-part trilogy fantasy novel.

Pagkatapos ng unang digmaang pandaigdigan nagkaroon ng kapayapaan sa apat na kontinente ng mundo. Nag-umpisa ang lahat nang iligtas ng batang sirena ang batang prinsipe sa pagkalunod. Sa paglipas ng panahon ang tanging hangad ng prinsesang sirena ay makapiling ang kanyang minamahal na prinsipe. Isang prinsipe na ang tanging nais ay kilalanin ang kanyang kakayahan sa buong mundo. Isang talentadong black wizard na may pilyong pag-uugali ang pilit hahanapin ang kanyang pinagmulan. Ang tatlong buhay nila ay pagbubukludin ng kapalaran.

Sa muling pagbangon ng kasamaan dulot ng muling paggising ng Dark Lord na si Hellsing, muli na namang malalagay ang mundo sa panganib. Nasa kamay ng makabaong henerasyon ang kaligtasan ng buong mundo. Magawa nga kaya nila ang kanilang misyon? Marami silang pagsubok na kakaharapin, malalakas na kalabang kakalabanin. Maraming katanungan ang sasagutin.

Sa paghahangad ng tatlo ng pag-ibig, katanyagan at kapangyarihan magampanan kaya nila ang itinakdang tungkulin na iginuhit sa palad nila?

A journey to a magical world full of mystery, magic and adventure.

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