The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"Besides, they need me, and if it makes them happy, then that makes sense."

Ashlia smiled gently at the housekeeper, and suddenly felt a pain on her forehead. She grinned slightly, but restrained herself from screaming.

Along with the headache, a picture loomed in front of Ashilia... It was a raging fire and a church. She saw...

Not the time, not now.

Ashilia held back the pain and took a deep breath. The old butler seemed unaware of her abnormality and continued to look at her respectfully:

"If you feel fine, Princess, then it's fine... But please take good care of yourself and don't get exhausted..."

"Thank you for your concern, old Jack," Ashleya forced out an elegant smile, then turned around and waved her hand as if fleeing. "I'll continue to be busy. You should also take care of your health."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Looking at Ashlia's receding back, the butler took off his hat and bowed deeply.

"The Kingdom endures (Kingdom language)."

......

9) The Princess' Shadow (Part 2)

"Lightness, make your steps appear as light as possible."

"Elegance...Smile should be elegant...It is difficult and tiring, but you have to do it..."

"Be busy, be as busy as possible....fill yourself with endless busyness, and you won't get tired..."

"I am the princess... I am Eshilia... I must do it... for her... for them..."

"..."

A raging fire burst out in front of him, rushed up into the sky, and burned everything.

It was the smell of something burning, but she couldn't tell what it was.

Everything was burning. The dark shadow of the church gradually shattered in the flames, and the tall spire collapsed, accompanied by the shrill laughter of countless people.

The light golden scarf in her hand, was it stained with blood, or burning with fire? She didn't know, she could only run forward...run...through the fire, through the black smoke, towards the indescribable——

"Princess! Be careful!"

Ashlia suddenly came to her senses and found that a lid had been placed on the pot in front of her, suppressing the raging fire.

The maid in front of her looked at Ashlia with a reproachful expression, as if she was looking at a naughty child who had gotten into trouble, and sighed silently.

"If you keep distracting yourself while cooking, you'll get hurt!"

"I'm sorry..." Ashlia closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, "I may be...too tired..."

The noise of the kitchen once again enveloped Eshilia. Since the number of wounded soldiers increased, Eshilia would go into the kitchen from time to time to help with cooking. When the wounded heard that they could eat the meals prepared by Her Royal Highness the Princess herself, they all became energetic and seemed to be greatly encouraged.

But today... the pot actually caught fire... It seems that today is really not suitable for continuing to work...

What a pity for wasting all the ingredients.

"You should take a rest today. We have already said that we don't need your help," the maid said swiftly, taking off the apron on Ashlia's chest and patting her on the shoulder. "We appreciate your kindness. Go and take a rest. Don't you have a meeting tonight? Go and eat. Don't you want to be hungry?"

"Okay...Okay..."

Ashlia felt a little dazed. The scene of the fire was still flashing before her eyes, blending with the pot that had just caught fire on her retina, leaving one purple mark after another.

Distracted... She was apparently in good condition in the morning, but after noon, Ashlia started to be distracted.

Her forehead was a little painful, so Ashlia rubbed it gently for a while, took a deep breath, and left the kitchen.

Would everything be better if Ryan was here?

"..."

"My head... hurts..."

She recalled the man's face. He stood with her, and then turned to her, smiling.

If everything could go back to that day, would it change everything?

Would anything change if the lion's head fell right at the dinner table?

That corridor...that scary-looking man...

"Ignite! Klein! Light it up!"

"Do not!!!"

"Your Highness the Queen!! Your Highness the Queen!!!"

Screams, blood. Crows flew to the cemetery, carrying roses in their beaks, offering them to the Grim Reaper holding his scythe.

"Aisheliya Yad Pershipens..."

The dying girl murmured as her lips moved. Worms crawled up the branches, devouring the new buds of early spring, which turned into feces that fell into the soil.

"It's the [Blade of Babel] coming, quick!! This way!!"

"Sardo!!"

Red light, screams, and the collapsing Morning Star. On the chessboard, the general attacked and captured the queen, and the abandoned pieces spun in midair and fell to pieces.

She saw it all, countless screams, crows, cemeteries, knives, executioners, everything flashed before her eyes, like mud in an alley, like a death knell ringing quietly.

"Your Majesty, please enjoy this final fireworks display..."

The flames raged, and the kingdom's flag fell and burned.

The crow flew to the church, built a nest, grew fangs, and turned into a lion.

"Your Highness?"

Everything is falling apart...

In the distance, the Tower of Babel, the plains, swords raised high, and meteors falling.

The falling star, towards the puppet army? To the kingdom? To whom?

Skeletons, dying old men, blood-red eyes.

A crow? A lion? A shadow covered the land, and in its shadow a huge fire ignited.

Fire, raging fire, endless fire.

Is it a dream?

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness, are you okay?"

Ashilia suddenly came back to her senses, she looked up and found herself sitting at the table in the conference room. Countless high-ranking officials of the royal government were looking at her with concerned eyes, and Ashilia realized that she had been distracted for a long time.

For some reason, Ashilia felt herself trembling. The lights in the conference room were bright. Ashilia looked down at her feet and could not see her own shadow.

Shadow, who is the shadow?

"Sardo!!"

The sharp knife pierced her chest, and she fell down, with her eyes open.

"Klein! Ignite!"

The sound was chaotic, like an explosion in the head.

Is it an auditory hallucination?

Ashilia rubbed her eyes lightly, looking tired. She raised her head and forced a smile at everyone around the conference table.

"I...I'm fine..." Ashlia said, gently collecting the papers on the table, "You...you guys continue..."

"Why don't we stop here today?" An old man stood up and pushed all the documents on the table. "Her Highness is tired and needs to rest."

"No..." Ashlia insisted, "The meeting continues."

It seemed that everyone saw through her stubbornness, but no one continued to point it out to her. It seemed that everyone tacitly agreed that the meeting would continue, so they all withdrew their concerned looks and continued to put on their serious expressions.

The previous reporter cleared his throat, and faced the golden eyes, he continued to read the following report;

"A guy named Grace said that he has a way to quickly sneak into the upper city, and he has sent people to explore the way..."

"We have not yet evaluated the authenticity of the letter, but if the main strategy is to attack, then..."

"..."

Is she crazy?

Ashlia stood in the darkness, the fragments in her mind blending with countless concrete images.

She couldn't understand what was happening, who was screaming, and who was singing?

This was like... some kind of weird opera. It seemed like everything was meaningless, but it made Ashlia's body tremble constantly.

"..."

Ashilia knew that something was wrong with her. It seemed that when Rein disappeared, countless broken pieces of her spirit weighed on her shoulders. She needed that man so much, the old man who would pat her on the shoulder and firmly tell her, "You are the princess of the kingdom."

It is not until we lose something that we realize how precious it is.

It was not until she lost it that Ashlia realized that she was still the little girl who ran around in a panic that year.

After the meeting, Ashilia returned to her room alone. When she opened the door, everything was the same as when she left during the day, except that there was a cup of hot tea on the bedside table, steaming with the fire.

Was it the maid? Ashlia recalled the figure who had blamed her in the kitchen and couldn't help but smile.

I'm so tired...I need to have a good sleep.

Ashilia sat on the bed and gently set the alarm clock, preparing to deliver breakfast to everyone in the wounded camp the next day. Suddenly, a severe headache made her twitch slightly, and she almost dropped the alarm clock to the ground.

Too tired, Ashilia didn't even know how she spent the second half of the day. She only remembered countless strange fragments flashing before her eyes, causing her cognition to gradually become fragmented and indescribable.

I must be too tired... It must be like this...

Ashilia picked up the hot tea and took a sip. The aroma of the hot tea passed through her throat and sank into her stomach, making her feel comfortable. She sighed slightly and looked at the golden eyes reflected in the tea.

She had to deal with war affairs and help with everything she saw. For some reason, Ashilia could only immerse herself in endless fulfillment to make her gradually losing her stability, but this fulfillment seemed to gradually make her unable to do what she wanted and every step was difficult.

It was as if there was a mirror in her heart, which was previously covered but now was revealed in front of her with great brightness. Through the mirror, Ashilia felt that the person in it was so strange, and it didn't look like herself at all.

If I become her, would I still be myself?

Ashlia shook her head to dispel all the weird thoughts from her mind. She took another sip of hot tea and prepared to go to bed.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew through the curtains, blowing them half open.

At the same time, Ashilia saw those blood-red eyes——

"You're getting slow."

Ashlia stared blankly at the window being opened, and then the girl with pure white long hair jumped into the room. The strong wind outside the window blew in, lifting her long white hair, which fluttered in the air like fireworks.

"Perlis...?"

Ashilia stared blankly. After seeing the sharp blade flashing with red light in Perlis's hand, she still didn't understand everything.

"You...why..."

Perlis stared at Ashilia in silence, with no expression on her indifferent face.

"you..."

The cup fell to the ground, and the hot tea splashed on the carpet. A scream of pain rang out, and after that, there was endless silence.

......

"Your Highness the Princess didn't come today?"

"Ah...didn't see her?"

"I'll go take a look."

In the morning, the old housekeeper knocked gently on the princess's door. When no one responded, he pushed it open privately. However, when he walked in, he found that the whole room was empty.

"Your Highness?"

The housekeeper looked around the room: the window was open, the fire had gone out, and on the floor in front of the window lay a broken teacup.

The butler walked to the remains of the teacup in a daze, and after a closer look, he found a note inside. He grabbed the note, carefully unfolded it, and scanned it with his eyes. As the butler finished reading the entire note, his expression became extremely flustered.

"This...is broken...I need to do it immediately..."