Chapter 205 Raghnalls Story 2 (1/2)

Inna didn't seem to mind what Raghnall just said. She was far too lost in her thoughts for her to react or even reply. Instead, she took another glance at her hands before she started to uncontrollably sob against her wishes.

Why does she have to feel this way?

Why does she have such a thing inside her?

Why does she have to live with that inside her?

She never wanted to be here.

She never wanted to have all this.

She just… Right now, all she just wanted was to go back to her fun trip in Japan.

It's already been nearly a year since she's been brought back from the dead.

But as much as she tried to enjoy her life here, it can never compare to her life with her minions, with her friends, and with her family.

Her life here might seem great with all the strange magic she could do, but after staying for nearly a year, the realization that she's alone, that she doesn't belong, and that she was entirely different was starting to get to her.

So, she tried her best to belong. She tried her best to adapt so that she wouldn't feel like such an outsider.

And through Raghnall's guidance, she was able to do it. But then, looking at herself now, she realized to see that she changed far too easily and quickly.

And truthfully, that horrified her.

She didn't want to go on anymore.

She didn't want to reach to that point where she gets too used to living in this world that she abandons her old self.

With that thought, she's now far too scared to continue with her current life.

Because she just can't help but think, what if she'll soon get used to these duels?

What if she'll adjust to its common occurrence of death?

What if she'll be like Raghnall, talking about dying and killing someone with such a normal tone as though it's such an everyday thing?

What if she'll change so much that she becomes someone that can no longer feel remorse after killing someone?

What if she'll start losing her own humanity then?

What if… she soon turns into something similar to that 'thing' that was inside her?

Emotionless, blank, and ruthless…

Someone who wouldn't bat an eyelash in killing someone she despised.

The thought alone was horrifying for her. As much as she hated the person, she was never the type to wish death on him.

She doesn't want to be like them.

To see murder as a regular thing.

To see hurting others as justified.

To see humans as mere objects.