87 Of Blood, Sweat and Tears (1/2)

”Every unpleasant worldly experience in life exposes our sensitive nervous systems to painful phenomena. Despite all the beer commercial advertisement slogans urging us to live with gusto, life is unavoidably painful. ”

-Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

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And so, I formed an unprecedented alliance with a co-Herrscher to form the party 'SinClair', and with the Entire Kingdom taking the lead for their reform against their dictator who is still fast asleep inside the cage from where he once incarcerated Amadea...

”Master, your Paradigm Shift has been inactive, do you wish to disable it? Your Paradigm is also available for use, now master... The cancellation has been lifted.” The AI maiden exclaimed, sensing the passiveness.

”Then please do.”

”Understood, Master.”

While I apprehend that it could be somewhat dangerous to depart from this 'Feudal Overlord' Form, I find it to be very tiring in that state... And the feeling of my life force being constantly sucked is very grotesque...

Then, the Paradigm Shift has been upraised, but my outward appearance, however, stayed the same. My eye's vision Has returned to normal, my 'Crossange Arsenal' (which are the three Celtic crosses that I never really had the chance to use to my heart's content) dispersed to thin air. and the eclipse also ceased... but besides that, everything stayed the same. My noble Feud Apparel is still worn, the white edges of my hair did not go away, which is good of course. No one's gonna notice that much, that I returned to my usual state.

With the Celtic cross now gone which served as a floating bed for Shiro prior, I placed the little girl at the back of the Black Pegasus which was the personal ride of the despicable King the first moment we crossed fates... But I have to make sure though... that his but traces are away from the girl's peacefully, refreshing and resting face

We then start to set foot across the land, opposite west, from whence their Kingdom is situated and where the King will receive his due judgment from his own people... His people that have had endured such hostility under the joke leader.

Hmm... Not so bad a progress for the first full night huh. I guess Lacrimosa could wait a little longer there in that so-called small town...

Then, out of nowhere...

”Please do forgive me!” Amadea, exclaimed, the moment she woke up, crying vehemently with tears running down her distressed demeanor while bowing down with both her face and knees kissing the filthy moist ground.

Hence, Sket Dance Sad Moment Official Soundtrack suddenly sounded in my head... That Azazel. I would personally prefer, Henryk Gorecki's 'Symphony of Sorrowful Songs 2nd Movement ' for this type of atmospheres. While Japanese Anime OST's are clearly jewels, I have to teach her later of the classic's irredeemable price.

”I- I did not know what to do that time.P-please do forgive me...I'm deserving of death” She pleaded, with guilt clearly written in her facade that she was somehow made as bait to lure the humans to that slaughterhouse.

I looked at the tarragons to see if they're indeed guilty of taking commands from the unscrupulous leader to wipe out an entire clan of whatever Animas are supposed to be, and their faces say it all... that they did it...

”Personally, I think the only one deserving of death is the man who got you all through this.” I frivolously replied, not cognizant of the 'How-to's' in providing solace.

It was but the only decent reply that I could think of and unfortunately, in cases of esteeming up others, I am indeed the most horrible creature, even to this realm.

”But, I, I--m a failure as an Anima. The deities also entrusted me and look at what I did.” She continued crying not even raising her head...

Ahhh... If Shiro's awake she could have had scolded me for being unable to pacify her... but, I think I could do barely anything in this situation... That's just how it is. No... It's just how I am.

”Raise up your head... Lady Amadea.” Celes intervened with a pure, undaunted yet fragile smile, reaching her hand towards the Anima to let her up...

”Just as how the Feudal Overlord says it... You're not at fault. You just got used, didn't you? Besides, you were doing it for your family's sake. I think there's nothing more even braver than that.”

She accepted the lift and started to wipe out her tears, still while crying...

”There, there...” The Prima Donna continued to take the stead of a comforting mother, letting the Anima cry all she wants in her shoulder without anyone disturbing her... As if they're both alone together, amidst the three million.