Before the Storm: Act 8, Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Preposterous.
In the pitch darkness of her suite on the Tenth Floor, Albedo sat on the floor, twisting the frilled hem of her alabaster dress with a gloved hand.
Utterly preposterous!
The will of the Supreme Beings? Was that truly to be her hateful fate?
She cursed the names of the creators who had abandoned them: a mantra that she had repeated times beyond counting. Who in their right mind would accede to the wishes of such detestable beings? Shouldn’t all memory and respect for them be discarded instead? What right did the Supreme Beings have to chafe them with their shackles when Nazarick had long left its former existence?
Albedo continued fuming, her amber gaze smouldering like twin embers in the darkness. Then, to her surprise, she found herself reaching for one of the larger Momonga-sama dolls propped against her bed. She forcefully pulled her hand back.
No! I don’t deserve to be comforted by Momonga-sama.
She had failed, after all. After making so many brazen requests for items and equipment, she had failed to prevail. Her beloved had desired to see the fruit of their efforts in the New World, yet she had failed to achieve a result fitting for the greatest of the Supreme Beings.