"Why do you need this corpse, Aria?" Anastasia asked as she told her servant to put the corpse in the corner of Aria’s room. "It’s rare for you to request—"
"An old woman instead of a child?" Aria completed that sentence. She shrugged and sipped her tea, "I have my reasons, Mom. Just wait and see, I will win in the end."
Anastasia sighed.
She truly didn’t understand what was on Aria’s head right now. It had been almost a week since they moved to their new home. It was a small and rundown mansion, but it still had everything the pair of mother and daughter needed to live comfortably.
Honestly, Anastasia also didn’t know what she wanted right now.
After she abdicated from her position as the Queen of Holy Achate, she felt that she had lost all purpose in life. All she did every day was handle small matters in her small domain and spend her time in peace.
She found peace and solitude, and gradually lost her ambition to return as the Queen of Holy Achate again.
She stared at her daughter, who was still busy with her Necronomicon. Aria truly lost all of her witchcraft, but she said that she could regain her power and get in contact with the Great Witch once more as long as she got enough sacrifices.
Unfortunately, their new land was quite empty, as it was on the outskirts of Holy Achate, so there weren’t many people who lived in this place.
"Aria... do you still want to go with your plan?" Anastasia asked.
"Of course," Aria replied confidently, but her eyes remained glued on the book. "I told you that I will be the winner in the end. That crippled bitch will not win against me again!"
Aria gritted her teeth as the burning fury was gnawing her heart. Yet, when she saw the pitiful face her mother made, she peered at her and asked, "Why are you making that face, Mom? Don’t tell me that you don’t think the same."
...
"I just think that maybe we should just let go and enjoy our lives here," Anastasia said. "We’re facing the Beast King and also a Saintess. It’s impossible to win, Aria. If you want to get married, I can introduce you to the son of fellow local lord."
Aria’s eyes slightly widened at her mother. She suddenly smiled and said, "Then this conversation is over. You can get out now."
"Aria, I just want the best for you..."
"GET OUT!"
Anastasia bit her lower lip and finally turned around and left. She closed the door to give Aria some time alone.
*
Aria took a deep breath as she snapped at her mother just now. She didn’t care if her mother was on this or not because she would be sacrificed in the end anyway.
Aria continued lounging in her room after kicking her mother out, reading her Necronomicon while checking the corpse of an old widow she just killed yesterday. The corpse was still in good condition, but she picked this certain corpse because she wanted to make sure the new soul who’d soon live in it wouldn’t be able to fight back or run since the old widow was weak and sickly before Aria killed her.
Aria closed her Necronomicon and grinned, "Welcome back, Lady Jade."
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