The Author's POV

'When you're going through a lot in your childhood, and it seems like everything is against you... you're bound to think negatively of everything.'

If that was how one would summarize Melissa's life in a nutshell, it'd be that.

Melissa's childhood was completely devoid of any meaningful experiences, in contrast to the experiences of other children who were able to see their parents every day, eat with them every day, and play with them every day.

Her world was nothing but bleak, and eventually, it morphed her into who she was today.

A negative person.

Everything that she came across, she viewed in a negative manner, and she couldn't help herself.

The only thing she cared about was herself, as that was the only person she trusted. She had been alone throughout a major part of her life; who else could she trust but herself?

It was just how she was, and she had come to terms with her personality.

Yet…

At this moment, staring at the figure that lay before her very eyes, her expression was complicated.

It was the first time that she had seen him in this state.

She had dreamed of this very moment many times.

She frequently daydreamed about the time when she would be able to look down on her father, pleading for her help while he was laying on the ground beneath her.

The situation…

It was just like in her dreams, except for one part.

"What are you waiting for?"

Melissa said coldly, her eyes paused on her father's figure. She wasn't sure why exactly she was acting the way that she was, but that was of no concern to her at the moment.

Her mind was clear.

"Ask for my help. Beg me, and I'll consider it."

Her tone was cold and, at the same time, carried a certain arrogance to it.

She wanted nothing more than to have this man beg in front of her. Nothing would satisfy her more than seeing him grovel before her with his head bowed and pleading for something. Anything.

Finally, she could show him that she was just fine without him.

Yet…

"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you not want to live?"

He remained silent and merely looked at her without saying anything else. His eyes were clear as he sat there with his back propped up against a tree.

"Come on? What are you waiting for? Beg me!"

As Melissa's mind became increasingly obscured by a particular sensation that penetrated deeper and deeper into her bones, so did her voice, which became increasingly agitated.

"Tell me that you want my help, and I'll gladly help you!"

At this very moment, Melissa was venting all of the animosity that she had built up over the years toward her father.

For treating her like the shit that she was and neglecting her for the shit that she was.

She desired the sense of accomplishment that would come from seeing the man groveling at her feet after everything that he had done to her.

She…

She needed that satisfaction.

still found herself sneakily retrieving her potions

the one and only chance they had of getting out of this place, despite the fact that

her mind, it didn't completely

"Her—"

to hand out

I don't

"What?"

reason, she couldn't help herself from saying anything as he

"Ukh."

quite a lot, but for

"Let me—"

"No."

offered to help, but she

her off, but in the end, she remained quiet. His gaze made it hard for her to

it? What are you

managed to ask, her arms crossed

lights flashing above, and thus she didn't understand

Thump—!

"Huh?!"

her,

"W,what are you doing!?"

very first time in a very long time as she

her head, she

resting against her

the moment, and for the first

mouth to say anything, Octavious closed his eyes,

proud of what you've achieved… even when

lightning bolts to Melissa's ears as her figure froze on the spot. When she snapped out of it, she realized he was long gone, and her

"Hey wait!?"

was already too late. A bright light

***

Boom—!

"Arkh… shit!"

of the impact made his entire body hurt, and he had a hard time breathing as a

"Cough… cough…"

the sky, and his expression changed. When the figure of a demon slowly descended from above, he felt a

thought I was

an overwhelming sense of helplessness as he stared at

just at a level he could never hope to achieve in his entire life. What made him despair even further

are

one gave him was one of utter despair,

the

you say about

again offered. An offer that Gervis had already spat on before and one he'd spit

"I'm good."

WOOOM—!

himself up, Gervis loaded his weapon and fired right at Prince Adrian. The force of the attack made the air around it twist, and an

BANG—!

blow struck the Prince directly in the middle of his body, and a colorful blue cloud began to billow

did I

muttered in hope, staring at the blue cloud that started to settle

"Ah…"

froze moments

"Im… impossible…"

and the fact that the

"That… wasn't too bad."