The Author's POV
Chapter 607
Darkness engulfed Ashton's metropolis with the passing of the twelfth hour.
"Haaa..."
Melissa stared at the scenery outside and sighed. Her features were beautifully illuminated by the lights coming from above as she sat on a tiny stool.
"Ashton city looks a lot better at night, don't you think?"
"...Excuse me?"
The barista in front of her was taken aback. In spite of the current time in Ashton city, Melissa's orders were absolute, and he was thus forced to work at these hours.
"Y..yes, it indeed does look more beautiful."
"The beauty of the lights coming from the buildings is best appreciated at night.
They dispel the darkness brought on by the night."
"R..right."
The barista reluctantly nodded his head.
If he had to be completely honest, right now, all he wanted was to sleep. Additionally, he found Melissa's comments to be incomprehensible, which made the situation rather uncomfortable for him.
Regardless, a job was a job, and he could only put on a fake smile and nod his head.
"Pfff."
Melissa suddenly let out a small laugh as the cup in her hands loosely hung by the tips of her fingers.
"...Looks like you find my words boring."
The barista's face hardened. He had been caught red-handed.
Melissa laughed in self-depreciation when she saw his expression. She then waved her hand in his direction.
"Don't worry, you're not fired. I get it, I'm annoying."
Taking a sip of her drink, she smacked it against the counter.
"I'm one annoying bitch, so do me a favor. Give me another shot.
As she raised an eyebrow at the barista, a slight flush developed on the side of her cheeks. At this point, she was acting extremely differently from how she usually did. She was obviously inebriated, as evidenced by her flush and words.
"I don't think..."
"No point refusing. If you won't give it to me, I'll just get it myself."
Melissa stood up from her seat. Sweeping her eyes on the numerous bottles that stood behind the marble counter, her eyes paused toward a certain bottle.
"1987, Melionette? Sounds fancy."
Setting her eyes on the target, she tried to jump over the counter.
"Let's stop here."
A hand pressed against her shoulder before she could do that.
"Eh?"
Melissa turned her head.
"Emma? Amanda?"
It surprised her to see Emma and Amanda standing behind her. What were they doing here?
Emma ignored Melissa while she turned her head to look at Amanda.
"Looks like you were right, Amanda. She's acting exactly like you said she would."
"Mhm."
Amanda quietly nodded her head.
She was currently wearing a one-piece black dress that perfectly highlighted her physique. It was the same dress she wore at the funeral. The same was for Emma. It was clear from their attires that they didn't have time to change.
"What do you guys want?"
Melissa's eyes grew clearer as her thoughts started to slowly calm down.
"...How did you get in here?"
Emma flashed a black card.
Melissa's brows twitched when she saw the card. She could faintly recall giving one to Emma in the past when she was begging her for one.
Melissa gave her one out of pity. Naturally, she knew about her situation.
She was starting to regret that decision right now.
"What's with that look? You think we wouldn't know what you're thinking about after seeing the state you were in after we returned?"
Moving to the counter, Emma sat down on a stool. Then, looking at the barista, she pointed at the same bottle Melissa was previously looking at.
"1987, Melionette. A glass each."
"...Sure."
The barista nodded after taking a short glance at Amanda and Emma. They looked responsible.
"I thought you were going to stop me from drinking."
"Why would we?"
Emma asked while a small pill appeared in her hand.
She then handed it to Melissa.
"Not like I'm worried about getting a hangover with this."
"...Right."
Melissa weakly turned her head and sat on a stool beside Emma.
Amanda followed her example and sat next to her.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Silence permeated the room as the three women sat serenely next to one another. The stillness was allowed to linger since none of the three of them wanted to speak first.
"Your drinks."
The clicking sound of glasses being set down on the counter disturbed the silence.
Simultaneously, all three girls reached out for their respective glasses and took a sip.
The silence continued for the next minute.
can laugh if you
to speak was Melissa. Keeping her gaze on the display of drinks before her, she set her
really just wants her father's favor. and the only reason why she
the drink she set down on the counter and
"Must be really funny..."
"Nah."
glass
her arms, she
"This is uncomfortably tight."
her attention back to
kind
tip of
not like I only knew you from the academy. Ever since we were little I would always see you try your best to please your father. At one point I was
"Jealous?"
Melissa shook her head.
would be
Not only is your father the strongest in the world, but you're also incredibly smart.
"...Smart, huh?"
her glasses and wiped them with her clothes.
actually useful
too little of
Emma rolled her eyes.
not realize it, but just your inventions alone have enabled civilization to rise to heights previously seen as unthinkable. One example of that is the magic card system. That invention alone has helped us advance in
what other people think. It's what I've been doing, and it
"That so?"
her lips as she thought
Melissa could see what Emma was trying to express, but she was still struggling to alter her
Her brows furrowed.
keep it
ring and took out several
across Melissa's face when she looked at the
"What are those?"
voice reached her
staring at the potions for
that I need to
seeing Ren's memories, and her talk with
bit late, it was time for her to grow up
past, and getting rid of the potions was the first step in
if I took
"Take them."
pushed the potions in
she almost
"Eh...right."
she was
a while now, Amanda. Isn't there something
"Eh..ah!?!"
voice. Her reaction startled the
twitched and her eyes darted toward a particular area on the counter. An area where there
"Amanda?"
"Yes?"
flinched once again when she heard
you not hear what
she finally got the gist of
she wiped off
"You happy now?"
"For what?"
look. She was clearly trying
"You..."
***
Click—!
of me turned on when I inserted the black box into the
was eerily quiet around me while a dim white
till a message appeared on the
like to play the
[Yes] [No]
screen, my
"Haaaa..."
nervous breath and tightened my
Click—!
top part of
should I start
I pressed on the mouse, and I
on the screen was
was sitting in. No, rather, it looked an awful lot less advanced than what it was at the moment. Clearly indicating that this video had
in a situation where I will have to go on a dangerous mission, but I guess you might never know what will happen in the future. Could just be a video log for me to relieve some of
checked
won't make this any longer than it has to
"Smallsnake?"
suddenly interrupted.
are you? Oy,
"Haa..."
the distant door and
like I'll have to cut this video
"Smallsnake!!!"
"I'm coming!!"
his hand, the screen
"Hahahaha.."
lips while my arm covered my mouth and my body trembled. I felt a bundle of emotions rise
'...I remember this.'
for something urgent. Was taken
it
it's been
formed
appeared somewhat drab in comparison to the last time, and
also
"Hmmm..."
chair and
it's been about a month since
this video was recorded while I was in the
think that you're dead, but I know you're not. The fact that Angelica is still doing fine is proof of that....cause you know, the
his
each other and stuff, so like...she would definitely know if you were alive or not and...what's the relationship between you two like? ...No, never mind...haaa...I can't do this...please come back, it's
Smallsnake leaned forward
began to play
fucking asshole, you know
was slightly taken aback by his sudden
shut up after more than two phrases! The worst part is that I've become
Smallsnake smacked the desk.
me to shut up, I now accept it like it's a given! Not even that, Ryan has also started to pick a couple of things from you, and this
"Hehehe...he.."
my head against my arm which was resting on the table, my body trembled as I tried to suppress my
began to replay, arousing
I open up a shrine for her? Remember when she said to apologize to me? Oh,
what, Angelica no longer calls me stick like
a trip without us just like
anguish, sadness, grief,
to play. A
'No...'
About The Author's POV - Chapter 607
The Author's POV is the best current series of the author Entrail_JI. With the below Chapter 607 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 607 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com