Sir Ares, Goodnight

She was like an empress standing on a giant's shoulder looking condescendingly at her subjects.

"Have you drank the waters of Lethe, Jaybie? And crossed the bridge to the underworld? Would you still remember me?

"I'm sorry, I can't join you yet. I need to stay here and finish what you started and find our son. Also, I want to stay here and wait for your return."

A gust of wind rose from the ground, taking away the rustles of the autumn and welcoming the harsh cold of winter.

Like winter, Angeline turned colder and colder as she waited.

Using ruthless and unsparing methods, she quickly forced the Titus, Bell, Ares, and Severe families into submission.

A few years later.

In a fishing village.

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the woman came home, she started the fire dexterously and began

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to him and sighed weakly. "It's been three years. We have no money to treat him and can hardly make ends meet ourselves. Our son will start