Brand Master [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The light and shadow became extremely chaotic again.

The gloomy memory fragments shattered one by one, and several dark shadows shattered the entire luxurious corridor. The long corridor began to collapse continuously. The sneering duke, the indifferent servant, and the duchess who kept calling in the room... ...all turned into bubbles.

In the darkness, the six-year-old girl standing next to Jason walked towards her 13-year-old self step by step, her eyes that were originally bright and energetic gradually became dizzy.

"...So that's how it is."

The little girl muttered to herself, her body became extremely unstable in an instant, like a wrong image signal was transmitted, and disappeared in the flickering flickering.

"--Do not!"

Jason pounced on Vanessa at the fastest speed, but he missed the ground and fell into the undercurrent.

At the same time, everyone outside the screen stretched out their hands to save them, but they were all blocked by magic. They watched Jason also fall into nothingness, and their eyes were tearing apart.

"What kind of magic is this?!"

Hal slammed his fist heavily on the barrier and asked sharply.

"As I said, this is a magic that distorts the mind and consciousness."

Mary was indifferent to everyone's anger, her eyes were flushed, she stared at the place where the girl disappeared, her voice was hoarse.

"The Duke put her under this spell to [correct] past wrongs."

This is a nightmare that has run through Vanessa de Capellolin for the past 26 years. Every fragment of memory in this dream is a node that can be [corrected].

"Correct what?"

"Correct the child's choice."

Mary took a deep breath, and she ran towards the other end of the magic along the dying spot of light. As she kept running, her voice became colder and colder.

"As long as she makes a choice in favor of the Duke among these painful choices, then the [correction] of this node will be successful."

This is the magic of a dream, but it can change Vera's own cognition and consciousness through the dream. It is like a mechanically running program that corrects her "bugs" during the mechanical operation.

"It's like the corridor you just passed, every piece of memory fragment is a node, if she can't bear it once during the five years of suffering and bowed her head to the Duke, then the correction of this node will be successful. "

In the conservatory, if the little girl once gave up playing and ran away from her mother in fear, the Duke would take the daughter back to his domain.

From that moment on, the little girl's life turned to a new branch, and walking along this branch, the Duke could easily change Vanessa's life.

Outside the ward, if the little girl faltered for a moment and believed the Duke's fallacy that "I am the only one who loves you in this world", the Duke would be completely successful and hold her daughter firmly in his hands.

This is another new branch.

"He's using magic to brainwash her."

Passing through the gaps of countless barriers, Batman concluded coldly.

Just like Zhenglian a few days ago, Vera is in a dangerous game, and the person who created this nightmarish game is her biological father.

"But the duke didn't succeed."

Barry said affirmatively, "Vera still protected her mother for five full years like she used to. She saw through the Duke's true attitude towards her—that bastard failed."

When these words were said, Mary was walking cautiously towards the trace left by the last beam of light. Hearing this, her whole body froze for a moment.

The killing intent in her eyes erupted suddenly, and she used the greatest restraint to suppress the anger and annoyance in her heart, her voice seemed to be frozen.

"So what if you fail?"

She smirked.

"This corrective process is a recurring nightmare that will never stop until the kid makes a choice in the Duke's favor."

This magic that makes Mary hate it to death but is helpless is a process that is repeated constantly. Five days ago, Vera was already deeply involved in it, gritting her teeth and persevering on the verge of countless collapses.

——The Duke can fail countless times, but as long as Vera Senna makes a wrong choice, she will lose.

After two days, Bruce felt the buzzing in his head again, as if he had returned to the church on that rainy night. He closed his eyes: "How to stop this magic?"

Mary didn't speak anymore, she followed the direction where Jason disappeared.

——To stop this magic, unless Jason can find the real Vera Senna in the long river of time among the tens of thousands of fragments.

The adults moved extremely fast. They chased after Jason, but they broke into another space almost at the same time as the children.

Different from the dark and deep memory palace like a long corridor just now, they are standing on the top of an empty mountain at the moment—judging from the surrounding scene, they are in the crown position of the Capello Forest Territory.

The fiery red sunset gave off its last rays, and the lavender clouds in the sky gradually swallowed up the golden and orange halo. In front of them stood a towering tree. The gentle wind gently brushed over the lush crown, making rustling sounds, countless The fragments of memory hanging down from the crown of the tree like wind chimes, swaying at the same time as the wind.

This is an exceptionally beautiful dreamland.

There was no other Vanessa here, only Jason.

The boy hesitated to get up from the ground, looked around trying to find the little girl, but inadvertently touched the memory fragment closest to him.

At the moment when the scene changed, Mary's pupils shrank suddenly when she saw the object in this memory node clearly, as if she saw something that she avoided the most.

"Here is the door of... [Isa]."

The blond woman said with difficulty.

With these words, the scene around Jason kept changing. He stood in front of an old house.

This old but towering building is only five or six stories high, but a high wall is built around it, and the open space around the building is full of flower beds and children's play facilities.

Just from a distant view, Jason can see what kind of place this is from the structure and planning.

——This is the place that all Gotham street children hate: the orphanage.

There were voices of cheers and cheers coming from the square in front of the building, and Jason vaguely heard "Thanks", "Capellorin Building", "New School" and other messy words on the radio.

He guessed right away: Duke Capellorin should be the biggest sponsor of this orphanage.

A complex look of disgust suddenly appeared on the boy's face. He turned around and was about to walk along the place where the sound came from, but suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Now is the glorious moment when the patron of the orphanage, Duke Capellorin, is being interviewed at the front desk. However, as the only daughter of the Duke, the jewel in his palm, under the care of countless bodyguards, he left the interview scene on his own initiative and turned to And went to the quiet and unmanned children's amusement park.

Different from the well-educated and pampered little princess at the age of six, Vanessa is only about eight years old at the moment. She is wearing a white haute couture dress, with good manners and an indifferent expression.

In her eyes, a look of tiredness and haste never lingered.

——At this point in time, she was still forced to endure the mental violence of her mad mother.

Jason immediately wanted to take a step forward. He tried to call out to stop Vanessa, but his figure passed by the bodyguard and the little girl, like a ghost that didn't exist at all.

"...Damn!"

Jason's face was ugly. He followed Vanessa step by step, but on the way to the children's amusement park, he bumped into a strange child.

...It's not so much that I ran into it, but it's better to say that this eleven or twelve-year-old child ran over the steps chasing a cat, but unexpectedly missed the foot and rolled down from the low steps, like a cat. It was a big ball that landed in front of Vanessa like a murmur.

The surrounding bodyguards quickly protected the young lady behind her, and the eight-year-old girl poked her head out from behind the captain of the bodyguards, just in time to see the scene where the big dumpling got up from the ground with a sigh.

The red-haired Tuanzi crawled up from the ground. While covering the back of her head, she waved her hands at the adults opposite. She had yellow muscles, freckles, and was not good-looking, but she had a pair of unusually bright amber eyes. colored eyes.

"I admit it! I skipped class—you guys, eh?"

Her gaze passed through the vigilant bodyguards, and across a hundred meters, she collided with Vanessa who came out curiously.

The unusually bright amber and the dull and languid lake green are intertwined, and the former instantly turns into the scorching sun and rich honey, lighting up the life of Vanessa De Capellolin.

She is Isa.

Isa is Vanessa's only friend.

The fragments vanished into nothingness.

Before Jason could react, the entire orphanage disappeared without a trace, and he returned to the big tree again.

This time, all the wind chimes automatically swayed wildly without wind in an instant, and then shattered in the afterglow of the setting sun, like epiphyllum blooming in an instant, weaving a huge fantasy dream for the existence of [Isha] .

This is Vera's spiritual world.

When she met [Mother], all her memories were preserved in that ancient but luxurious castle. The long corridors never ended. No matter how many decorations and luxuries there were, they could not hide the feeling of oppression, Dark taste.

But [Isa] was different.

Just touching this name, Vanessa's whole world seems to be lit up, her whole soul is cheering, all consciousness and thoughts are involuntarily running towards [Isha], like a real kids.

Memories of the past are revealed little by little in front of the onlookers. Everyone, including Jason, has witnessed the purest and tenderest friendship between children.

There is no money incentive, let alone status, and the two girls who are about the same age have become friends in such a dramatic way.

In Vanessa's mind, [Isha] is almost as important as [Father] and [Mother].

During the long time when the little girl was imprisoned in the castle, when she endured countless times her mother's emotions and father's cold ridicule and calculations, the only thing that comforted her were the letters from the orphanage.

Unlike Vanessa, Isa is an extremely cheerful and optimistic girl. She likes all the staff and teachers in the orphanage, likes small animals, likes lunch and dinner every day, and likes to make friends with everyone. Her dream is to become A barrister who does justice for all.

She has many, many friends, she is the "leader" among the children of her age, she likes the teacher but she is also naughty from time to time, she is busy with classes, playing with children, making troubles, and masturbating cats every day, she is busy very.

But even so, Isa still took time out every day to write letters to the eldest lady who was far away in the castle and had only met once.

Every day, every letter, the little red-haired girl scribbled down her day's life, the pencil notes were messy, the descriptions were endless, and the grammar was completely wrong.

Occasionally, there are small flowers picked today, dirty leaves, homework from art class, and small poems written on a whim.

The Duke turned a blind eye to this, and the personal servant complained more than once that there were sand and mud in these letters, and even insect wings and cat hair, but Vanessa was very happy.

She looked at those letters and those messy words, as if she followed her and lived a completely different life.

She really couldn't leave the castle easily. Ever since he ran into Isa in the orphanage, the Duke seemed to have noticed something, and since then he no longer took his daughter to any public places easily, let alone let the little girl see Isa again.

"It's ok."

The little girl stroked all the letters sent by Isa, and her eyes gradually brightened.

"Isa will write to me."

She kept every letter carefully, answered every small gift tirelessly, and described her life. She would also write poems to Isa... For three years, the little girl’s biggest expectation every day was to receive Isa Sarah's letter.

The tall little princess in the castle regards [Isha] as the only light.

……

Memories are constantly being unfolded in front of everyone, and everyone can see that in Isa's letters, the little girl's eyes are getting brighter and clearer. She seems to have regained her smile, and she is also in the face of the duchess' difficulties. Even more careless.

This was originally a good thing, but the superheroes who already knew the purpose of this magic couldn't help but feel cold all over their bodies, as if something was about to burst out of their hearts.

……not like this.

If these sweet and tender memories were as the little girl imagined, it would be impossible for the Duke to let these memories exist any more.

Both Clark and Barry felt an indescribable sense of panic. The more beautiful the scene before them, the more uneasy they became.

The feeling of being blocked by something was accompanied by Sen Leng's fear. They wanted to say something, but they couldn't say it at all.

Bruce, on the other hand, stared deeply at the name of the orphanage, a sudden look flashed in his eyes, and then his whole body became more tense and stiff, and there was an unreasonable brew in those blue eyes that were already dark. There was a violent storm that could swallow everything.

Under the uneasiness of the crowd and Bruce's rage, things really took a turn for the worse.

Isa and Vanessa communicated for three full years, from the little girl's eight to 11 years old, and finally ended with Isha herself.

Because this 14-year-old girl was adopted by a very famous lawyer.

"My God! It's the famous barrister Gaston! I've been adopted by my idol!"

In the last letter, Isa said that she was very excited and said that she was one step closer to the lawyer of her childhood dream, and planned to ask Mr. Gaston to take her to the castle to visit the little girl after the new home was settled.

— "Wait for me, Vanessa."

Wait until I see you, my princess.

The little girl waited and waited, and finally a body with many scars and dying of life came.

The barrister who adopted Isa, Gaston Dulay... is a child molester.

The duke's men only had time to rescue Isa, who had been tortured and tortured to the brink of death, from the opponent's hands.

The girl who laughed like honey, and her whole body was like a beam of scorching sunshine, fell asleep quietly, her breathing was barely audible.

Her whole body was covered with burns from cigarette butts and some kind of metal, her fingers were twisted one by one, there were bruises on her neck from the squeeze of the rope, and the lower part of her body was in a mess.

The little girl put her face on the other's scarred arm, and her little hands were tightly intertwined with Isa's.

"sorry."

"I didn't... protect you well."

I clearly know your adopter, and I should beg the Duke to investigate clearly... I have this ability and power, but I haven't used it.

It was I who did not protect my [light].

She didn't realize that she had been crying silently for a long, long time until her whole knee was wet.

Behind Vanessa, Jason, who was also standing in the ward, stretched out his hand in vain, desperately trying to break through the impenetrable barrier and hug the little girl who was on the verge of collapse.

He begged Vera not to cry so hard, but the only people who could hear him were the equally sad bystanders.

First there is [love] that you never had.

Then there is [light] that was brutally deprived.

But the behind-the-scenes creator of the game is still not enough, or... fate still hasn't stopped squeezing and devouring the little girl.

For Isa, she begged the Duke, and found all the evidence of Gaston who abused Isa as quickly as possible in her life.

Before Isa woke up, the 13-year-old girl had already investigated the list of all the victims that Gaston had hurt, and found out a few victims who were still alive.

She endured the urge of nausea to read all the case files and evidence, and directly submitted the evidence to the local police to arrest that scumbag.

After waking up, Isha fell into a strong self-loathing and self-destructive emotion. Under the terrible mental torture, Isha completely lost the will to survive, and was trapped in fear and disgust every moment.

Her light is gone.

What remains is the dark soul that was pulled back from the cliff of death by her and tortured to pieces.

The little girl had to endure the pain, picked up the psychology books again, consulted the opinions of many experts, stayed by Isha's side day and night, and tried her best to make Isa regain her sobriety.

"You can't get knocked down by someone like that, Isha."

She repeats over and over again:

"You have to survive, you have to live to see that scum being sentenced in court, you have to see his reputation ruined and go to jail, you have to laugh and watch him suffer in prison - I help you You have revenge, Isa, I have revenge for you!"

On the hospital bed, Yisha, who had become emaciated in just a few days and had trance-eyed eyes, held back tears and nodded gently.

Her face was ashen, but she was still willing to smile at Vanessa.

"you're right."

"I've got to survive, I've got to survive to see the law do justice for me and send... to prison."

She didn't even dare to say the name.

She didn't see that day.

In the face of the evidence that the little girl searched, Gaston Dulay, a well-known barrister facing multiple charges, went to the court surrounded by countless reporters, defended himself calmly, confronted the victim, and finally succeeded Freed of all charges, he swaggered out of court.

He was acquitted.

When the man reappeared in the media reports, rightly denying everything he had done, Isha was just getting out of bed and walking, with a urine bag hanging from her waist.

There was silence in the entire ward, only the TV reports were chattering to clarify Gaston's "grievances".

Isa turned her head in a daze, her dull amber eyes were clearly open, but they seemed to be completely dead.

"...Vanessa."

she said softly.

"The law lied to me."

It didn't do me justice at all, it sided with Gaston.

"I'm so, so trusting, my dream is to be a lawyer...but, Vanessa."

"The Lady Justice is blindfolded."

The world is so dirty.

Three days later, Yisha jumped off the roof of the hospital, and her body turned into a pool of blood-colored foam.

Right in front of the little girl.

After [Love] and [Light], even [Hope] was plundered and disappeared completely, as if it never existed.

The lush and towering trees withered.

The sun had set completely, and the sky was pitch black, with no stars, no moon, and no light.

The wind chimes shattered one by one, and in the dust all over the place, everyone fell into the filthy darkness.

Hal's body surged with energy, illuminating the path in the darkness, his face was hideous, and he squeezed out a few swear words from his throat.

Under the reflection of the green light, everyone's expression was very cold, even with a hint of hatred.

"...that's what the duke wants."

Clark's eyes were terribly calm. The calmer he was, the more people could feel the shocking depression and restraint in it. His voice was low and he paused every word:

"He did it."

"I know Vera. Even if she was only 13 years old at that time, it is impossible for her to be so negligent...the only possibility is the Duke."

——That man deliberately made his daughter suffer setbacks, deliberately used his power to interfere secretly, deliberately let Gaston be acquitted, and used this kind of pressure to force Isa to commit suicide!

The front and rear joints were opened, and the cloak behind Clark moved automatically without wind. Terrible anger erupted in an instant, his eyes glowed red faintly, and his voice was cold and authentic:

"That man—Duke Capellorin, what exactly does he want to do?!"

What else can't he do?

How far will he push Vera?

He robbed the little girl of everything step by step, he annihilated all the little girl's hopes little by little-what exactly does he want to do? !

The little girl's childhood was full of scars.

There had never been hope in her life.

All her life she had been alone, humble and desperate for every ray of light she could catch.

If the superheroes had appeared earlier, if time could be turned back, any one of them would have rushed towards the castle without hesitation, and appeared in front of the little girl with the fastest speed.

Hug her, protect her, wipe her tears, take her from the Duke, any one of them can do it!

But...it was too late.

Clark had never hated himself so much, never had he been so aware that Vera's entire soul was broken and dissipated before he tried to protect her.

Vanessa De Capellorin had long since died.

With the help of the green light, Mary passed through the dark corridor again, followed by the Superheroes. They followed behind the stumbling Jason, avoiding the constant shadows and undercurrents, flashing past countless fragments, In the end, they returned to the dark castle.

The sound of howling monsters was just outside the door, and inside the castle illuminated only by the faint candlelight, countless eerie ghosts shuttled back and forth around Jason—these incorporeal things came from all directions , as if preventing the child from moving forward.

Jason was unmoved.

Guided by the light of the ring in his hand, he turned a blind eye to all the ghosts and obstructions around him. The good skills that Batman had trained played a role at this moment. The thin and small child nimbly shuttled through the entire hall, climbing along the sculpture. up, crashing into the room at the top of the tower.

He went through [father's] door.

……

In the cold and spacious room, Duke Capellolin gently hugged his pale daughter. His movements were so gentle, and when he looked at the little girl in his arms, he was full of love. In one sentence, he told the little girl that he loved her.

But in front of him, there was a middle-aged man with a bloated figure and an ordinary appearance.

"Vanessa, baby."

The Duke gently stroked the little girl's cheek with his hand, motioning the girl in his arms to look underground.

"Honey, look...who did I bring here?"

This scene is a bit like a scene of torture.

Four or five men in black held down the middle-aged man at the same time. As the middle-aged man struggled, each of them stepped on his knees, forcing the man to kneel in front of the Duke.

The middle-aged man's face was flushed, his eyes were full of fear and despair, his mouth was stuffed with a cloth strip, and layers of veins burst out on his thick neck.

... This middle-aged man is the chief culprit who abused Isa but was acquitted under the secret arrangement of the Duke - Gaston Durai.

This elite figure, who is famous on TV, personable in front of everyone, and well-known in the legal profession, is just a dog waiting to be slaughtered in front of the powerful Duke.

…not even a dog.

Clamped down by several bodyguards, Gaston was trembling all over.

His entire face was in a state of embarrassment, with tears streaming down his face, his exquisite suit was wet with sweat, and his well-arranged hair was stuck to his scalp in embarrassment. He knelt in front of the Duke, as if his bones had softened, and said "Woo Woo" begging.

His whole face and whole body were desperately begging for help, without any dignity at all, and there was no sign of triumph in court.

It was such a thing that violated Isa.

That's the man, the indignity, the coward, who took advantage of the law and lied to everyone.

In her father's arms, the little girl stared at Gaston in a daze, and a deep hatred gradually rose in her dull eyes.

"He killed Isha."

She grabbed the clothes on her father's chest.

"He abused Isa, he killed Isa, he took advantage of the law—it was this man!"

In the end, the little girl screamed almost uncontrollably, with great hatred and shame rising from her eyes, and the appearance of almost losing her mind almost made everyone feel terrified.

"Yes, it's him."

The Duke replied in a leisurely manner, and he followed Vanessa's intentions, and said lightly:

"This is the man who took Isha from the orphanage, who made you lose your best friend, who made Isha look like that, who made you watch Isha die—all It's his fault."

As he spoke, the man's subject changed, and there was a sticky ending in his hoarse voice.

"So...Vanessa, how do you plan to punish him?"

"...he has to pay the price."

Because of the excessive excitement, the little girl was a little out of breath, her heart was beating violently, and a blush was stained on her pale face.

Panting, she tried her best to resist the urge to cry, and screamed tremblingly:

"I've got to make his case known - he's not some innocent lawyer, he's a murderer, he's got to be punished, he's got to be in jail, he's got to be executed, he's got to give Isha his life... I, I want him to be punished!"

The panic in Gaston's eyes became more obvious, and his tears welled up all at once. Under the suppression of everyone, he seemed to be struggling to beg for mercy.

The ending of the little girl's panting was still echoing in the huge room, but the Duke who was holding her was already shaking his head and sighing.

A strange and gentle expression flashed across the man's face. He sighed and asked Vera helplessly:

"But, he has been acquitted!"

"Then accuse him—"

"One more time, it's useless, Vanessa."

The Duke patted his daughter on the back and released her from his arms.

"Honey, the Gaston Durai in front of you is a lawyer. What he is best at is exploiting loopholes in the law so as to win relationships and escape legal sanctions."

"No matter how many times you accuse him, he can use his authority and ability to escape—no matter how many times."

"Using the law, you can't punish him."

The little girl was stunned.

She seemed to have heard some unbelievable joke, maintaining a blank expression on her face, she raised her head and looked at the Duke in a daze.

After a while, she murmured:

"...But, he should pay for Isha's life."

why?

Isn't the law used to protect the weak and maintain order?

Why?

Why lie to Isha, why such a loophole appears, why can this kind of person easily get away from the heinous crime, why? ? ?

Seeing this, the Duke smiled slightly, squatted down, and hugged her gently from behind the little girl.

He leaned close to his daughter's ear, like a father and daughter whispering intimately, and explained gently and seriously:

"Because, the law is nothing in front of power."

"……that power?"

The little girl repeated the word in her mouth, and she stared at Gaston kneeling in front of her, vaguely, as if she understood something.

"Yes. Power."

The Duke stood up again, and he took down a sharp long sword from the side wall of the room, and walked slowly in front of Gaston.

He looked condescendingly at the mass in front of him, raised his long sword high, and then lowered it.

With this understatement and graceful movement, Gaston's right hand was chopped off!

"——!!??"

Never expecting that the Duke would personally execute Gaston in front of his young daughter, the onlookers shrank their pupils at the same time.

Under the severe pain, Gaston, who was almost insane, began to struggle violently, but he was unable to move under the pressure of several people around him. A large amount of blood spurted out from his wound. The foul-smelling blood just splashed on the little girl's face and body.

The sticky blood instantly stained the little girl's face and body red. Under the great fear and unexpected cruelty, the little girl fell into an extremely chaotic mood.

She opened her eyes wide, staring at the cruel atrocity in front of her in disbelief, her entire face completely lost all color.

She had completely lost the consciousness of even moving her feet.

Gaston was still struggling, blood and sweat flowed down at the same time, his eyes started to turn white in pain, his whole body began to convulse, and stinky urine flowed out of his pants, like a dying animal.

"See? Vanessa."

After cutting off Gaston's right arm with his own hands, the Duke swung the long sword again, and the tip of the sword moved back and forth on Gaston's left hand. His expression was calm, as if he had just cut off a small piece of steak.

"This is power."

Everyone stood there dumbfounded.

"Gaston was able to escape the law and not accept any punishment because he had power."

"And I can easily chop off his hands without accepting any punishment because I have more power."

In front of the little girl, the man pressed the tip of the long sword into Gaston's spine bit by bit, ignoring the man's convulsive near-death state, and walked towards Vanessa again.

Regardless of the mess on the little girl's body, he took out a small and delicate pistol from his right pocket and handed it to Vanessa himself.

"Problems that the law cannot solve, power can."

"My little butterfly, Papa's Vanessa—you are my flesh and blood, you are my successor, you are the owner of all the power of the De Capellorin family, you are born to control the world, you want Do whatever you want."

The Duke's green eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice elongated again, with a sense of command:

"Now, kill him."

——I want you to know what kind of power you were born with. I want you to understand what kind of existence the De Capellorin family is. I want you to take this gun from me personally.

"No, that's not right—"

The little girl realized something in a trance, she put her hands behind her back, desperately moved her stiff legs, trying to step back:

"No, this is not right..."

"It's not like this, the punishment I want is not something like this, I—"

"Only one chance."

The Duke coldly interrupted his daughter's muttering, his tone softened, as if to seduce:

"Think about it, Vanessa, this is the man in front of you who killed Isha, the man who abused your friend, the law can't punish him, you have no way to hurt him except me, you have no means to let He was punished...Vanessa, you have to think clearly."

"You have to think clearly, Isa is watching you."

"Kill him, or...let him go."

kill him.

kill him.

kill him--!

Every cell in the whole body is screaming and roaring, and the whole soul is twisted and changed in unwillingness and pain.

kill him!

Vanessa's eyes slowly turned red, her lips trembled, but she never took a step back. She looked at the mass of flesh and blood on the ground, and at the smiling Duke in front of her, with thousands of emotions flashing in her eyes.

Guilt towards Isa, disappointment towards the law, hesitation towards power, hatred towards Gaston, fear of blood and injury, resistance to this world——

Countless memory fragments exploded at the same time, the powerlessness and grievance when dealing with the mother appeared again and again, all the sweet memories about Isa