The Author's POV
Chapter 45
After finishing her last class, food exploration, Amanda went back to her room. Along the way, people would try to strike a conversation with her, but she promptly ignored them.
Arriving in her room, the first thing she did was sit on her sofa and pick up a book. Since she had about an hour to pass, in order to pass time, she decided to do the only thing she could think of. Read a book.
...only when reading a book did she feel a sense of belonging.
Amanda's family circumstances were a bit special
Her father, Edward Stern, Guild master of the 'Demon Hunter' guild and Hero rank 25 'Frost of remorse', was rarely home.
Her real mother left when she was two. She couldn't handle all the pressure that came from being the wife of such an important figure.
The only memory Amanda had of her was her lonely silhouette walking down a long road as heavy rain poured from the sky. That was the day she left their home.
Amanda wanted to reach out for her…but not once did the figure ever turn back to look at her. That memory was forever etched deep inside of the young Amanda.
Because of that, ever since she was two, she was raised by her father and her nanny
That being said, due to the nature of her father's work, he would rarely be able to come back on time to spend time with her.
Whenever he did have time, Amanda remembered him rubbing her head with his large warm hand.
Too bad those moments only lasted a couple of seconds…
In the end, the person that raised her was her nanny.
She would often tell her stories and fairy tales of princesses getting kidnapped to later get saved by a charming white prince.
She too wanted to be a princess…
Back then, Amanda didn't really understand what princesses went through when they get kidnapped.
But later on in her life, she did.
The first time she was kidnapped she was seven years old.
At the time she only remembered hearing voices. Her vision was obstructed. Tight roped tangled both her arms and legs. She was scared. A large gag was placed in her mouth preventing her from screaming.
…fortunately, her father came and saved her.
Then it happened again.
…and again
…and again
Slowly, Amanda found herself losing her emotions. Her natural childish smile disappeared the more she got kidnapped. She was slowly maturing.
However, she was still able to smile when her nanny narrated fairy tales to her. Those were the only times she felt safe and at peace. Sucked in another world. Almost as if escaping reality.
…That was until she was eleven. That was the age at which her nanny passed away, ridding of the last warmth in her heart.
has never been
when kidnapped, she felt
and white. Slowly the expectations she had of the people around
I won't be
decided not to form
down the book she was reading, Amanda stood up
waist. Her deep phoenix-like eyes had a cold indifference to them that made people feel like
her mouth in the form of a smile. Letting
couple more times, but...no matter
her closet, Amanda took a beautiful black dress with
to attend this one. That was because back in the first lecture
to these kinds of things, but...once she
to her, and if not for the wrinkles at the edge of her eyes, people could've easily mistaken her for her
stop
her and never visited in all the years since
one that had provided her with the picture, Amanda had no choice but to
herself in the mirror for a couple of seconds, Amanda
-Click!
went towards the appointed location with a mind full
...
should I wear a suit or normal
now I was torn on what to wear to the after-party. As I never attended these kinds of events before, I wasn't too sure about what
or casual
...urgh!
me off-guard I wouldn't
I wore a white ironed T-shirt accompanied by blue jeans. Looking at myself in
having transmigrated to this world for over a month, my originally skinny body had started to bulk up. Though my body wasn't sculpted like a god, I had a fairly good body. My short black hair which was nicely styled, accompanied by
looking at myself a couple of more times, I looked at the time and found
rushing to the door, my footsteps halted and my eyesight landed in the corner of my room where a black sword
the black sword and
situation doesn't get to the point where I have
of my control,
-Click!
my room keys and turning off the lights, I
...
"Cheers!"
flock of students could be seen drinking
very well decorated with fancy paintings scattered all over the room. Large white sofas with fine golden patterns on the sides
called [le farat]. It was a fairly luxurious restaurant with celebrities often showing up here. Due to its popularity, it was fairly obvious that this place was expensive and somehow Elijah had
the wine. It had a fruity yet overbearing smell that made
how I like
wine was one that I took from the table, in
brought with me. It's not that I disliked the wine here, but
it was better to be safe
drinking it was so that I could blend with the crowd. If I didn't drink it, in the event that there was an ambush, there was a high chance I would be among
my lips a couple of
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