Book 2: Chapter 6
Well, that’s how our lunch ended. I was left completely mind-boggled as to why her majesty got so mad. Perhaps it was due to the way I put my question when I said I was lonely and wanted a girl to accompany me. Maybe females take offense to it.
But I genuinely don’t want to let Nier continue killing people. While it’s true that Lucia has threatened a lot of people, I’ve never once seen her actually kill somebody. Nier’s beauty is not beneath Lucia’s and if you don’t mind me being a bit more biased towards humanity, I’d say Nier is prettier than Lucia. However, Nier’s eyes and cold expression ruins her beauty.
If one kills too many, they’ll become numb towards life. If they become numb towards life, they’ll lose interest in life. If Nier continues down that path, she’ll become a killing machine instead of a girl. I honestly feel pain for her. She’s a girl just like Lucia so why are their lives the complete opposite of each other? Lucia can run around with wine and rabbit thighs happily, choose her fragrance bag and scent, but Nier only carries the scent of blades and blood.
Girls should be surrounded with the scent of flowers not blood.
I don’t have the confidence I can save her, and I’m not as gentle or good at moving people like the main protagonist from a Manhua. Nier is so far away from me I couldn’t embrace her if I wanted. The best I can do is keep her away from bloodshed. I can stop her from killing people if she stays beside me.
I can’t save her, but I can perhaps hold her back.
As I was lost in my own thoughts, I found that I’d strolled to the inside of a long corridor… Okay. I’m lost and have no idea where this is… I checked left and right. Both sides looked like quiet woods some place far away. There were stones laid about. This place should be part of a flower garden or something, right?
On one side of the corridor was an artificial lake. It wasn’t large but the water was very clear. It was surrounded by large round rocks which looked very natural. I felt closer to home when I saw it because it was one of the rare Eastern elements amongst all this Western architecture. I might as well go check it out since I’m lost anyway. I crossed the long hall with handrails along both sides and went over to it.
There was somebody on top of the rock. No. It was a young girl in a pink skirt. She had light blonde hair done up in a bun. Judging from her physique, she should probably be around eight or nine. Her face was round like a goose egg. She was pretty like a doll.