Under the pallid glow filtering from the draped curtains of the windows.
Selina's figure slowly pushed the door close. Producing a faint thud.
Suddenly, her legs weakened. She collapsed onto the doorma and her hastily tied hair quickly unfurled.
What a deafening silent that echoed in the short, entrance hall.
Despite its usual quietness. The atmosphere was exceedingly heavy.
Selina's silhouette curled up on before burying in its knees.
She went silent. Her mind whirred and her hands shaking.
Although she had experience taking a life herself. What she had with Deimsfel is entirely different with Morroy.
Deimsfel had personal relations with her, stemming from his sin against the town of Milo. If it weren't for him, or perhaps the original Selina's lost of control. She wouldn't have transmigrated into this world.
However, Morroy's goals was her, simply due to the torso's desire to devour her.
If that were the case, then she would simply let herself be eaten if that meant that the operation to subjugate Morroy wouldn't be needed.
Effectively renders the danger from anyone else and she can sacrifice herself to save others as well as prevent Deimsfel from ever catching her.
How could she be used as a vessel if she's dead?
But that would most likely happen if she did not confronted Deimsfel herself.
Sigh. As long as Klein and the others are safe... oh and we're safe... Slowly, Selina lifted her head.
She saw the slightly furnished hall, devoid of anyone but her.
A faint pressure tugged a string in her heart.
After a couple of seconds, Selina calmly collected herself and stand up.
She crossed the short hall and quickly went upstairs to her bedroom.
After a few minutes of shower, drying her hair and picking out her night gown. Selina readied herself to sleep, completely abandoning her daily routine of visiting the dreamworld.
Just like what Dunn had advised. A beyonder's mental health is just as important as their physical health. Both are literal and she wasn't about to disregard it.
Haah... Much better... Selina took in the comfiness of a changed clothes.
Laying in the cover of her bed. Just as she went to sleep, her mind suddenly thought of something that has been apart of her evening routine.
Feeding the black cat!
Right, I forgot to feed Falacy... she immediately sprang up and turned her body, feeling the cold floor on her feet.
At the hallway. Selina paced to the lounge.
There, she saw the black cat, resting peacfully by its usual spot on the desk.
It sleeps so resoundly that it purrs ever so often.
Did Falacy get his own food while I'm away? I wonder if it was startled by the fight... Selina was relieved and quietly approached the feeble cat.
The black feline immediately sensed her and woke up.
Meow~
The high pitch sound was neither displeased nor indifferent.
Caressing the fur of her companion. Selina suddenly recalled her self-imposed routine of writing every day.
Hoping that it would ease her. She left the cat and opened the drawers.
Her hand lifted a plain brown paper, torn from her grocery paper bag and a white fountain pen.
Selina picked up the pen and began scribbling.
The rustles of the paper reverberated in the room. As the night deepen, she finally finished writing her thoughts.
This piece of paper however, lasted in only just moment before Selina burned it inside the lamp.
"Good night Falacy." she said softly before closing the lamps.
...
Distant bell rang across the city scape.
And under the peeks of the daybreak. Selina took off from a nearby general store, holding a box of pads in hand.
A gentle and cold breeze swept her dress.
Today, she realized that it was actually her body's time of the month. Her mattress was damp with blood the moment she woke up.
I have to quickly return! she exclaimed, waddling around her feet while constantly checking both her skirt and a leakage.
Walking this way was very strange to look at. A few pedestrians lingered on her gait, she's like a pregnant woman trying to make it to a hospital.
A little more...! she saw 17th unit materializing in her view.
After a few more push, she made it to her porch with minimal blood trailing her walk.
Phew!
A two hours later. Selina was now at the first floor living room, enjoying a relief that almost incomparable to when she managed to escape Morroy's torso.
Ughh... Thank the Goddess! Thank the Heavens! Thank... while amidst of her internal praising, her expression contorted.
And you Emperor Roselle...
It was actually frustrating for Selina to found out that in this world's manufacture of menstrual pads. What pioneered it was Roselle, her senior.
As much as I appreciate his generosity of inventing pads for the women. I can't just overlook this!
What's that pervert doing throughout his life!? Selina was fuming at the thought of her senior doing all sorts of shenanigans.
Okay okay calm down... You have to consider his thoughtfulness. This doesn't mean he's a pervert. He likely... had a wife who's suffering with the same issue, yes! That's right! It's not like it's because he had many concubines... I have to be thankful!
Then she stated, a bit hesitated, Emperor Roselle is a respectable emperor as they said...
Selina adjusted her seating posture and strained to feel her lower body.
Sure enough, she felt it sticky and very slimy. At the same time, her mind couldn't help but let her emotions swing around while giving her a dull ache.
I still have to check the delivery man I saw last time... But will I be able to go out like this? Selina pressed down on her lower abdomen, sensing a sharp pain from within.
Alright alright, for now I'll stay here until after lunch... By the way, how come that man is so familiar? Have I seen him before?
She crossed her legs and placed both her hands to her kneecaps, picturing how the encounter took place.
At that time, while Seeka Tron was explaining the media industry. A man with a high nose-bridge, cleanly shaven face, dense brows and sporting a mundane cap caught her attention.
For an inexplicable reason, she felt she had seen him before. But it was vague that merely seeing hi from afar wasn't quite enough.
She needed a way to get near him and perhaps plan on how to interrogate him.
On the tea table, a sweet, grainy scent wafted the air.
Taking a whiff of the scent, Selina suddenly grabbed a fork while her other hand gathers her hair.
I can probably use my status as an official... after tying a loose braided-bun. She leaned over to the table and quickly took a piece of the Desi Pie.
Ahm!
Meaty sweet juice danced at the all over her tongue.
Then out of habit, and relief that no one is watching. Her hand reached for her face while closing both of her eyes.
"Mmm!!"
By the time she took another bite, her expression slowly eased.
I'll think of it right after breakfast...
...
Under the scorching sun. A man concealed by a dark cloak went pass several district until he arrived at a building.
The signage says; Bravehearts Bar.
After entering, he quickly found the barter and sought him to ask, "Where can I find Maric?"
The bartender was wiping a glass when he heard him this. He casually lifted his head and turned to the other door.
"Right inside that." he said without a hint of concern.
The cloaked man left a few notes and immediately left the stool.
He strode to the room, and inside he saw multiple people, playing cards by a long table at the room's corner.
In between them, a man with a pale face and malicious brown eyes averted his gaze from the cards right to him.
The cloaked man shuddered. Why are there many undead here?
He quickly realize that a majority of the contenders of the Fighting Evil game was but a shallow and husked zombies.
However, there's but just one person that amidst.
"Who are you?" the man clad in a white shirt and black vest completely folded his cards.
The zombie on his right took the opportunity to unfold. Revealing court cards.
He had won!
Following the victor's hands, the rest of the undead each threw out their cards, revealing many deuces and less three of a kinds.
While the cloaked man sees the zombie with a radical hair hoard each of the coins to him. He simply ignored it and said, "Maric right?"
Maric merely observed him without uttering a word.
"I'm here to haggle with you." The cloaked man turned his hood back, revealing himself to be Yesir, Mrs. White's believer.
"What's there to haggle?" Maric's voice carries dullness of the undead. His limpid eyes couldn't care less of the man in front of him.
However, when he saw him reveal a dark goatskin, hardcovered book. He instantly ordered the zombies to halt.
Maric's eyes reflects Yesir, standing with a book and a few accessories in his hand.
"The Indulgence..." the scene quickly turned grim.
The strands of Yesir's hairs stood on ends and he felt another presence in the room, in every inch of the crevices.
From Hawkthorn's intel. The other counterpart of the Rose School of Thought resides in the city of Backlund.
Through Kothe's circles among the Harvest Church, he was able to point several establishments that might hold the operation of this faction.
By his eighteenth mark. It finally paid off by hearing Maric's name and his reaction regarding the Indulgence.
"As what I have said..." but stood his grounds. "I'm here to haggle and sell you all of these artifacts. I am not apart of those amalgamations."
Maric seized his hand underneath the table.
Subsequently, each zombies settled back, returning to their seats.
"How much for all of it?"
"10,000 pounds." Yesir have deduced the market price beforehand and prepared for the negotiable price.
The artifacts in his hand consists of a ring, a brooch, and an ornament. The Book of Secrets used as the symbol of the two faction's integration is now nothing but a tracking device, prompting him to dispose of it by transferring the burden to a opposing force.
Maric's deadpan expression didn't shifted. Instead, he suddenly offered, "8,000..."
Hearing this, Yesir nodded indiscernible and agreed, "Alright."
He complied and handed all of the accessories on the table, along with the book.
The reason why he can carry them around is due to their side effects requires activation. Just like the Ring of Teleportation, the subsequent artifacts requires something consumable or are consumables.
Yesir then saw one of the zombies leaving the table and headed to the other room.
In the presence of a Corpse Collector, he felt the atmosphere drop. Trusting them to keep their words, he quietly stood still and waited.
...
At a venue packed with vendors, poupers and pedestrians.
Resisting the aches of her lower abdomen. Selina arrived at Birchwhite Street by a public carriage.
While munching on her fifth sweet caramelized cake held by a napkin. She glanced at the busy street and onto a building, harboring a signage titled; Tingen Daily Post Office.
Here, she didn't entered and instead strolled around the area. Occasionally checking the faces of each passersby she crossed.
Where have I seen him last time? The carriage left just around here... while actively recalling the past scenes of her and Seeka Tron. Selina bit down on another chunk and gulped.
Should I just wait and ask Klein and Leonard for the city's delivery companies?
At that moment, she remembered that around this district. There is a tourism board left by the parliament for the people that are new in the city.
That's right! There's a billboard with the city map at the intersection! her heart raced as she quickly navigated the street to reach the station.
When she arrived. Selina briefly threw the thin napkin onto a can and didn't wasted a time tearing the layers fliers over again.
Didn't I tore them last time? Why did it piled up again? as she took out one more pasted paper. A hand suddenly tugged her coat.
Selina startled that she quickly turned her head.
Right to her, she saw a boy with a prominently sewn gray cap, holding a satchel and a rolled up paper by the other.
She heard him say:
"Miss, do wish to read today's news? H-Here's a newspaper, for only one pence!"