50 Lemon Tart Friendship (2/2)

That was something that could only be born out of the twisted mind of War, she probably held the title of [Insanity Queen]!

Bitterly sighing, I raise a bubble covered hand and press on the title.

「Trainee War Empress」

「A title passed down to those that are blessed by the insanity from the Goddess of War. Driven forward they are destined to be a herald to War. A unique passive accompanies the owners of this title. Insanity, something that is born from the madness of war itself.

Activation of this title will result in the activation of 'Persona of War' with that active the accumulation of insanity will start. Also, once insanity has reached 100, you'll be thrust into a Berserker state. All of your sanity will be taken away from you, and you'll indiscriminately attack foe and friend! 」

Grinding my teeth, I read it twice before I let out a breath. It didn't appear to be much different from the information earlier. Even though I wasn't exactly sure, I'd been in the middle of a heated sparring session with my brother. It was nearly impossible to devote my full attention to the information boxes earlier.

The only positive that I could see to the situation that I found myself within was the fact that I could mitigate the effects of insanity. Although, it was costly to do that it was better than running the risk of losing my mind.

Even though it wasn't a sure-fire fix it was better nothing, it at least allows a little leeway for me.

Splashing in the bath, I sink back underneath the water's surface.

My mind was reeling from everything!

Sitting up the water splashes over the side of the bathtub and runs down onto the floor. Causing a puddle to form underneath the tub. Standing up in the tub, I step out and gingerly place my foot onto the ground.

I didn't feel like slipping and hitting the floor. Once both my feet are firmly planted onto the ground, I reach and grab a towel.

Wrapping the towel around my body, I grip my long mane of her and twist. Water pours out from between my fingers as I wring out my hair. It feels a lot lighter once the waters been wrung out.

Walking towards the door of the bathroom, I throw the door open and find that Cecily stands just outside of it waiting for me.

She looks like a soft little cherub. Her wavy white ash-colored hair curls softly around her face, framing it nicely. Her sun-kissed skin seems to glow when surrounded by it. Even with the tattoos on her little face she still gives off a soft childlike vibe.

Her big round golden-brown eyes are looking at me, and her cute little bow-shaped lips are drawn into a warm smile. She dressed in a simple golden dress, that's sleeveless and hit her about knee length.

In her hands, she is holding a small plate that has a wobbly looking slice of white cake that dripping with a yellow sauce that has a lemon slice on top of it. Besides the cake on the plate rest a small fork.

”Cecily brought you something sweet since Big Bro Clemente said that you were probably feeling down,” she says bouncing towards me with an even bigger smile. She presents her hands to me, waiting for me to take the plate from her.

I take it with a smile. Looking down towards the wobbly slice of cake, I felt my heart warm up.

”Thank you,” I smile as I pick up the fork. Slicing off a piece of the cake, I pop it into my mouth. It's tasty but tart at the same time, it tastes like fresh lemons and sugar with a soft spongy cake underneath the tart.

”Cecily thinks you shouldn't push yourself so much…you need to take a break! We've only gone one more day to rest before we've got to take our test at the Fate Temple. Everyone's super nervous,” she tells me twisting her fingers together as she speaks.

I felt a little bad, it looks like I made her worry about me unintentionally.

”I didn't mean to make your worry about me,” I tell her. Putting the fork down onto the plate, I reach out with my free hand and pat her head. She closes her eyes and the tense air that surrounds her dissipates.

”Cecily just wants you to know that she's here for you! You can tell Cecily anything!” She tells me grabbing my hand that still patting her head. She drags it down and grips it between her two hands. A determined look appearing on her soft features.

”Thank… you, Cecily,” I tell her with a smile.

”Of course,” she says letting go of my hand.

Looking down at her I felt a warm feeling blossom in my heart. There was no way that I'd use that damned title from War. Not if I ran the chance of hurting Cecily or anyone else that I cared about.

I'd sooner turn my blade onto War before I'd succumb to insanity and accidentally kill anyone close to me.