The Nightmare Lilith vs Black Sails and Black Rose(Job,Charlotte)

This world was filled with Darkness of all kind. Intangible and filling every orifice of the Earth they were standing on this very moment. And yet, people that would be deemed completely 'normal' and unimportant were not aware of it at all. They saw the world around them as at least somewhat peaceful and enjoyable. Perhaps that was because of exactly what they were, just mere fillers to make this place feel not so empty. Or at least that was the view of Seth, a god-like being from different world who's gender or even mindset was completely unknown to all living creatures. Even Charlotte herself did not know what exactly this puppeteer of hers was. But she trusted them with her very life, as there was quite literally nothing else she could do anyway. Even in a situation like this one, where she found herself leaving the dim and slowly withering forest, only to be greeted by the sight of an abandoned village that loomed over her in menacing manner. The puppeteer led the girl here, for what reason they did not say. Because this was nothing more than another part of their story. So even if this situation appeared rather dire to the young white witch, everything would surely turn out just fine. Clutching her clothes tightly as nervousness filled her small frame, she tried to approach the gates. The were open, long slashes decorating the wooden work in erratic and chaotic manner.

It was beyond obvious that something or someone forced it's way inside at some point. The girl did not wish to really think about it, as she was scared aplenty already. So instead, she just continued on inside, her bare feet stained with soot and dirt the more steps she took. And a veil of eerie mist embraced her body, caressing every fabric of her being the moment she found herself beyond the village's threshold. Even then, she sensed nothing that would be out of the place. Or rather, something that would emit magical energy, as this whole palce was out of the place for a young lady that grew used to the busy streets of Rose Garden, her home town. Merely looking into the darkness that surrounded this place was like staring into the Abyss. But the Abyss did not stare back, instead, only the most dreadful of feelings would fill her bones and flesh, the warm blood blessed by white remaining the only thing keeping her warm. Inhaling deeply and then exhaling in equal strength and motion, she would try to brace herself and take more steps forward. She was nothing but a starting mage still, only handful of rather useless spells at her disposal. But she believed that nothing bad could possibly happen if Seth was the one who brought her to this place.

Of course that fact alone wasn't quite enough to erase all sense of danger luring in here, even if nothing was to be sensed. With nothing that would bring her comfort and feeling of safety, the girl was left with very little in manner of options. Clenching her teeth, she closed her eyes and simply started running ahead in the direction that lead further into the village. Perhaps not the smartest of choices, as she soon came to a dead stop that was followed by a considerate amount of pain in the area of her face, mostly her nose. With those pure white eyes closed like that, she was quick to run into a wall of nearby house and already injure herself. This was a great start to an adventure, wasn't it? Well, better than finding out that this village was filled with horrors that would want to harm the young lass. So she just rubbed her now rosy nose as she moved more towards the center of the road. But once more she came to a quick stop, her body almost automatically flinging itself back behind the corner and pressing itself against the firm, yet damaged wall. There was someone there... a man who she did not recognize. And asking her puppeteer wasn't exactly providing her any answers either, as Seth loved to stay silent in situations like these. Was he hostile? Was he the one who did this to the village possibly? She couldn't be sure on any of those questions, so she just let her body slide against the solid wall behind her, soon finding herself in a sitting position as she firmly covered her mouth with both of her hands, small hints of tears appearing in the corner of her eyes. She made her presence known aplenty, so it was only question of time before that man would make his way over here and do something to the young girl, surely.

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The girl wanted to be silent. She wanted to be brave. But she was neither in the face of panic as her body helplessly rested against the crude wooden structure behind her. When the man appeared from behind the corner, she tried to escape again. But her position did not allow it at all, for there was nowhere she could really back up to. He was scary, the dark colors surrounding him mercilessly, embracing him almost. But anything would appear to her like that in such a bad state. Her mind was wandering a lot, making her unable to form a single solid thought. But could anyone really blame her? She was naught but a child that lived a sheltered life, distant from the real problems of this world, away from the pain and suffering others had to go through on daily bases. Soon, her body started reacting on it's own when the man asked who she was, tears quickly starting to roll down her cheeks, the sobbing girl trying to cover her face in pathetic manner.

"I... I...!"

That was it. She couldn't even properly speak right now. But at least he was no longer facing her, as if she was being interrogated. His attention was stolen by something else, something that draw the girl's pupil-less eyes as well. Ethereal swords that appeared to be constantly getting closer, each second nearing the moment when they would stab the two of them. But that moment would not come, ever. Eternal illusion of paranoia, an annoyance that you could not make go away. And in this very moment when the man was distracted, she tried to escape. She had no idea what was going on in this place, so it was entirely possible that this guy was a bandit or something even worse. And she had absolutely no means of defending herself. But even trying to get up was a challenge in her state. Though she succeeded, quickly trying to run away. A dash of desperation that ended in a laughable failure, the girl's foot suddenly kicking into a bigger stone that was in the road, making her fall forward, her body landing in a muddy pool that was soon tinted red.

Blood poured from a small wound on her arm, as well as on her leg. Walking everywhere without any footwear certainly had it's perks, but in a situation such as this one? It really was a mistake. She could no longer stop the tears, fear and pain melding together into the chaos that swirled around in her veins, filling her heart and being pumped further. The poor little girl that was destined to lead a life of despair tried to crawl away. Even if he was busy with the swords for moments, he would soon be back at her back. And surely he would want to harm her for that failed attempt to escape. With her leg like that, she could barely walk, soon finding herself to even moving on all four for what it was worth. The clothes stained with mud and blood changing her snow white appearance into the one of a filthy and unloved pig. Why was Seth so silent? Was all of this planned? Was she truly destined to go through all of this? The little girl did not know. She could only crawl through the filth to an unknown destination where she would never arrive.

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It was pretty much impossible for the girl to hear the man behind her as she was trying to escape, only an unpleasant ringing noise penetrating her skull and entering her brain. Her vision was as if she was in a dark tunnel and there was only one ray of light, of hope, on the far end. And she had to get to it no matter what if she hoped to survived. Of course that wasn't the case at all, as this supposed exit only grew more distant the moment she fell and was now pretty much incapable of even properly walking, her leg injured and some of her toes even possibly broken from kicking the cold and hard stone so hard. It was an unpleasant situation alright and she had no idea how to get out of it. If only Seth lend her their guidance, surely she would know what to do and how to leave. But they were silent. Perhaps this was her punishment for a sin she knew not of. But there must have been one and she had to repent now. As the strange man approached her again, she prepared for the worst. She would die, and then she would just wake up from this terrible dream again, right? That was how it happened few times in the past. She would die in her dreams and then just wake up alive, everything around her just fine. Or at least that was Charlotte who though of those moments as dreams. Only Seth as of right now truly knew that it was all real, their ability to revive the young white witch being kept a secret for the time being. After all, it would probably have some undesirable effects if the puppet was to learn of such a power, perhaps even making her reckless in the past because she knew that she could never truly die.

Well, that was not the truth either. The puppeteer hat the option of leaving at any point if they were to get bored. Then the girl would be left dead and alone in the afterlife for all of eternity. A truly sad fate that she could probably not avoid by the end of her road. But it was not the embrace of death what approached her. Instead, she looked up, her eyes pink from the intense crying, her cheeks stained with salt. What she saw instead was that very man, standing in front of her and shielding her. He was indeed protecting her. Perhaps he hoped to gain her trust this way. But... in all honesty, the results could have been better. The tears started pouring once more as drips and splatters of blood adorned the girl anew. They were not hers, they were his as the spears penetrated his frame without a spec of mercy. Something like that was not good at all. Why was he being injured in her stead? Wait... he was being injured? The world suddenly seemed a lot more gray, completely blank and devoid of anything at all. In this reality, in this world, she could only clutch her head tightly as her vision became none. In front of her was the nothingness, surrounding every fiber of her being and gnawing at her without second thought. The girl that could not comprehend violence and death, pain and suffering. Her fate was to break down into milion pieces, like a shattered mirror that could never be put back together and form a crystal clear reflection as before. This happened many times already. At any point when she was exposed to a violent scene like this, she would break down. And Seth would always bring her back by possessing her for just a tiny bit.

But not this time. Seth had different plans now. Because this could simply not continue. The road would only get more difficult with time, the further she would go. And because of that, it was the puppeteer's duty to prepare the puppet for future. Her powers had to be awakened through drastic measures. And this was part of it all. As Cirven turned around and introduced himself, he would only see a collapse young female, holding her own head. At least before she would start screaming violently, as if thousand needles were entering her body and violating her nerves. And with that inhuman screech, the world started shifting beneath the weight of White Witch's power. It was true that the girl's magical energy was not the greatest, but that was because others could not feel what was hidden in her purified blood. And in that moment, everything around them would start entering into static. As if the entire village was but a picture in a broken TV, the colors started melding together, trees past the village freaking out as their shapes became completely unrecognizable. But at the end, it was not enough. In order to awaken her powers properly, something even worse would have to happen. And soon, the curse of chaos faded, the whole place returning back to normal as if nothing had happened at all. And Charlotte would only sit there, still holding her own head and staring blanky at the dirty ground beneath them. Only one thing persisted through it all. It suddenly started snowing. Snow that was not cold and very sweet if one were to taste it. Something like that was strange to say the least, as it was definitely not the season for such weather. And there was not magic at play anywhere, indicating that this was actual natural event.

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That annoying ringing sound, going through your head mercilessly and not giving you any chance to stop it. Surely everyone felt it at some point. In the depths of deafening silence, only this one sound could be heard, driving us crazy and beyond the border of senses. It was all the young girl could hear... and feel. Like vibrations through the Earth, she was unable to connect to the world around her in this state. She was disconnected. This was what happened in most cases of her panic attacks. A completely and perfect isolation, designed to protect her from the hurtful intentions of this world. Except, that was not what happened at all. In fact, she was most vulnerable in this very state, as was rather obvious by the fact that Cirven, the dog demon, had to pick her up and start carrying her the moment he sensed the incoming danger. Even someone like him could not defend against such attacks forever? Or perhaps it was just that he did not believe in himself enough to also protect the snow white doll in his arms. That was the conclusion Seth arrived to as they watched the scene unfold. If it could be observed by any means at all, then others would surely see the puppeteer striking their chin in deep thought. This was most interesting to them, how things developed in such scenario. And they would continue to observe it all, until the moment they were satisfied.

They were what controlled the puppet in times such as these, when her own mind was nowhere to be found. But right now, the young white witch was not moving at all, her body completely limp in the masculine and uncomfortable embrace of a man who was only trying to escape a very possible demise. And they did, as they found a refuge in a nearby building. Though the spears were capable enough to actually tear apart the structure of refine wood and cut stone eventually. And as they sat there, the lass would finally regain at least some of her senses, seating herself against the counter in a position where her knees were almost trying to hide her mouth, those two small hands embracing herself just below those knees. It was a very sad sitting position, or perhaps a scared one? Though the fear did not last long at all, no, no. Getting into a position like that was Charlotte's doing alright, but what came next was no longer her. Not that anyone could truly tell with how chaos ridden she was. And as Cirven finished speaking, she would start.

"Distance assault analysis... start. Based on available data, several common trends can be connected together. Type - Summoning mage based on ReEquip qualities. Assessment - avoid. Enemy forces appear to be using illusion based magic dependent on one's perception of space and reality. Assessment - non-lethal. Based on recorded data, it can be assumed that the enemy forces go by the name Nightmare Lilith with 87% accuracy. Assessment - elimination in process."

Her voice was still exactly the same as before, only... it was devoid of any and all emotions. It was not Charlotte who spoke those words, neither was it Seth. An automated search of database that the puppeteer activated, a voice that also announced itself every time the young girl died so far. It beckoned the question of just how many tools did the ancient force that the puppeteer was has. Well, that was probably about it for now. The thread was not great enough for awakening right now, which meant lingering in direct control state would not bring any advantages at all. For now, Seth decided that it would be most entertaining if the girl's own mind would be put back in place, ready to fall into this hole of despair once more. And so her fair complexion turned, her face now gazing at probably confused demon dog. Her own expression was just as puzzled, a piece of her memory clearly missing with all that had transpired. It would be clear to the man too, once she made her lips part they ways.

"U..umm... who might you be? Where are we?"

Her words surely echoed through the emptiness of this place as the white snow particles continued falling in the mist, making it more of a white-ish shade instead of the horrid black it was until now. Though the weather was not cold at all. In fact, it was probably getting warmer at this point. It was snow from another world after all, one that not many had visited yet. A world buried in eternal winter and yet, it was never cold. Earthland was surely one of the most normal dimensions out there. Or perhaps that was not the truth at all. After all, no matter where a person lives, that place would become completely boring normal eventually, yes? Still, if this due were to continue their little adventure, they would surely come across many more unusual events worth making a story about. But for that to ever happen, they first had to deal with their current situation and the tiny nightmare that was still plaguing this place. Now, what would be her next move?

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The little girl was to her usual self, yes. But that usual self was still something completely different from other children of her age, as she had quite the special circumstances growing up. Not only that, her whole life was directed by a being that was not even of this world. Her powers were beyond mortal comprehension and they were currently leaking out as well. Every single bit of that could be seen as not normal in any shape, way or form. That was Charlotte, the White Witch yet to be. Or at least that was the planned story for now. Anything could be still changed. Seth had the power to rewrite it completely from scratch if they so desired. But now? Even though they knew the result of this struggle, they would not even flinch. In fact, they were quite looking forward to it. For it was soon now... a dangerous encounter of life and death. And death would reign supreme in all aspects, pure and impure. Another chain holding the girl down would be broken, finally opening a path forward. A road that was covered in white roses and crimson red thorns of blood.

As Cirven would finally start speaking, the young lass in front of him would merely tilt her head to the side in questioning manner, her expression reflecting that very emotion. What exactly was going on here that she did not remember or know about? This was clearly the first time she had seen this boy, no doubt about it. She would have remembered someone like him, especially since his name was exotic in some way. She liked it, actually.

"Hello! I am Charlotte, a witch from Black Rose guild. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Mizune. I had no idea that someone else was in this place, I'm terribly sorry. Seth said I should come here to 'progress the story' so I did. I wonder if I can't progress now because there is someone else here..."

Somehow, it appeared that she ignored every single word that was said about hostility, illusions and attacks. But it wasn't like she didn't pay proper attention to what the man said, for she was indeed paying attention properly. It was simply the way her brain worked in times like these. He saw a bit of it before, did he not? When she thought that the dog demon would attack her, she completely collapsed as panic swallowed her whole. And right now, she was in a similar state where her brain simply erased all negative information that reached it. A defensive mechanism that would prevent another breakdown so to speak. It was clearly not the best way of doing things, but one could not simply command their own consciousness. But then, she too would hear the whispers inside of her ears. It made her start looking around in even greater confusion, seeking the source of this noise. It probably looked like she was actually expecting to see a group of people trying to reach the duo, hence all the noise. But she saw no such thing. Instead, the sword came into her view, just like it did for Cirven. A sword? No, was looking at simple emptiness. Void... nothingness. It was that powerful, the reality itself being shifted around in the girl's head in order to not cause panic.

But that would not last forever of course. Without her even realizing as her eyes were affixed at nearby fallen wall, the dog demon left her all alone. And before she would actually realize this, he was already outside talking to the Nightmare Lilith. Charlotte remain holding her position behind a counter, only letting her white pupil-less orbs stare at the due outside. And then, a third figure came into view, trying to hug the purple haired man, but failing. All of this was so strange, she had to properly investigate, right? Getting from behind her cover, she found an old looking ladder leading to a roof of a neighboring house. As quiet as she could possible be, she climbed up the wooden rotting steps and found herself overlooking a good chunk of the village. She was not alone either, as Cirven suddenly landed nearby. Trying to approach him, she also noticed Lilith down below. She was doing something strange... and then, chain made out of rather sharp looking chain shot at like a whip, headed right for the boy. In shock, the young girl jumped towards him, pushing his body to the side with all of her might. It was one way of making sure he wasn't hit by it. However, it came at a price. The chain instead connected with the girl's own neck, as her height was different from his. And with that one single motion, her body fell from the roof.

And while that landed in the dirt, her head still rolled up top, pool of blood swiftly shifting and creating a small line pouring down from the tiles. A horrific sight indeed, yes? But before Cirven could even blame himself for anything, a massive magical circle appeared in the skies, overlooking the entire village. And with it, unbelievable amount of magical energy that would make even S-ranked mages fall to their knees as the pressure was rather great. Along with it, a female voice would start speaking out loud seemingly from every single direction at once, similar to the whispers that could be heard earlier.


As the mysterious voice finished, the girl's body and head would start rising to the skies, slowly melting into a mess of blood and skin. For a moment, she became nothing more than an organic mass of horrors.


The process was somewhat slow, but she would be eventually restored, her original body in one perfect piece descending back onto the battlefield. And with grace, she would place her feet onto the roof once more, the magical circle and it's power disappearing in an instant. With a wide smile, she would open her eyes once more to reveal two golden orbs looking down at the nightmare which was taken aback.

What the hell was that?!

And Charlotte could only continue smiling. Of course this little child would be taken aback. Even her partner was surely surprised at the sight he just witness. Or perhaps even angry? All was possible in a place like this. The only thing that was for certain now, was the fact that the young White Witch was black. And strange purple crystals were starting to grow all over her body. She would also answer the Nightmare, though her voice was a bit different from before. Just like when she performed the analysis, it was completely devoid of emotion and said in perfect, understandable way.

"That was a Rewind Point. Saved data of time and space used in order to recreate the existence of being that had died when they should not have. Quite simple, yet effective. Would you not agree?"

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Chaos. A power created by melding two elements of opposite aspect together, creating an uncontrollable destructive force that was never meant to exist. The opposite of order that everyone loved so dearly. Both aspects were needed to sever the chains of reality that were holding the White Witch down. Chains formed by Margery and her first children. In order to make sure that not another being capable of controlling chaos itself was born in the future, these limiters were set in place. It was quite genius, really. No mortal mind could properly comprehend aspect of sealing magic like that. And even if they could, there would be no way for them to properly lift the curse that affected the girl's very core. However, no one would ever expect an omnipotent force like Seth to get involved. Capable of bringing the young witch back no matter how many times she would die, he was slowly chipping away at the seal. And now, only one single piece remained. The most tainted one, an eternal sin of the first White Witch Margery. Black arts - magic of evil. Not even darkness, but simply black.

"Today we shall awaken. This ought to make an interesting story indeed."

The possessed puppet seemingly talked to herself as Cirven, her temporary partner finally emerged from the building somewhat still in one piece. Though it was clear that he missed the whole show of the girl's body melting into primal elements, only to be assembled again. A cruelty of Rewind Point and it's horrific nature. As one would have it, gods didn't like exposing their scary secrets too soon. But even if the truth would one day surface and be exposed to the minds of others, what would it change? Absolutely nothing, for it was all already done and finished. Nothing anyone could do about it, really. Though this situation was way more amusing than others. The dog demon down below... he was already involved without even knowing it. But in his blind rage and wrath, he did not notice. That grin the snow haired girl had plastered on her face... those peering golden eyes that easily pierced one's soul... they were the same as Lilith's. No, it was only right to call him the Observer in here, as that was the name Charlotte gave him. Lilith was nothing more than named given to him by Noheme, goddess soon to be forgotten.

Well, as much as Seth would love to relish this moment longer, they had to get a move on. After all, Cirven survived the merciless assault on his body and brok apart the chains of darkness. He was ready to end this, perhaps not even remembering that he was meant to bring the murderer back alive. Or maybe he did? Charlotte's puppeteer was hers alone and did not have this kind of insight. Not yet anyway. Not that it was necessary by any means, as they had their own plans. The dog demon had to realize that this job, mission and contract were all for the sake of the young White Witch. Not him. A sudden tremor, an earthquake of sorts would signify the coming change. Powerful white aura was seeping from Charlotte's body as the reality shift started up once again. Before, the girl was not 'awake' enough to create any proper changes, resulting in simply strange temporary anomaly that affected nearby area. But this time, it would be complete. Uncontrolled, but still complete. A vortex of clouds would soon form itself above the village and a city started descending from it's center. City made out of tall skyscrapers made in modern style. An upside down city in the skies, almost appearing ready to fall onto their heads.

"I am afraid the girl is last part of Charlotte's awakening. I will have you step aside for now. You may do whatever you will with her once I am finished."

Saying those words, the puppet would extend her hands in Cirven's direction as the solid ground beneath him suddenly vanished. Both he and Nightmare Lilith were now falling into what appeared to be a sea of liquid meat some way below them. Some buildings that were around disappeared completely, others transformed into tall pillars of solid white iron sticking from the endless sea of pink gore. But one of the two would not fall into it. The little child was grabbed by a chain of purple and black crystals, tasting her own medicine for a moment as she was pulled onto the same pillar where the Golden eyed Witch stood. Her landing on a solid piece of iron was not exactly pleasant and at this point, she was even more beat up than when she first appeared. Well, something like that was quite natural. After all, she had already lost. And yet, here she was, getting up as fast as she could only so that the dark aura could envelop her small frame again, shooting our more chains that not too long ago severed the other girl's head. Perhaps she hoped for the same result once more to pass. But this time, Seth was in control. And they were no interested in such a result. The black blades on the girl's hand quickly parried the chains, shattering them into magical particles with quite the ease.

"Please, you already know how this will end, do you not? Nightmare Lilith, this is the end of your story I am afraid. But there is no need to feel unsatisfied. The darkness inside of you is nearly perfect stimulant for awakening. And then, the curse of Chaos shall reign supreme once more."

Those emotionless words, they forced Lilith to start backing away slowly, shaking. Cirven with his great power of lightning was one thing. But someone who could revive themselves and even transfer them all into a different world altogether? Yes, at this point she really did realize it was over, even with that childish mind of her own. And yet, it was precisely that which did not allow her to just give up. Clenching her teeth with brute force, she would swing her hand to the side in attempt to summon yet another chain of darkness. But Seth was faster, already anticipating such movement. A sharp sting and a look to her left, revealing to the Nightmare that her arm has been severed by the crystal blade. And as her heart pumped, the blood from inside of her veins would quickly splatter onto Charlotte's already dirty attire and skin. From that point, all else was irrelevant. Lilith would stumble to the side and fall off the pillar, soon to swim in the sea of meat as well. And the White Witch? She was now surrounded in a pitch-black aura, empowering her greatly. Something even worse than darkness... the black itself. Magic of death, magic of void. It was hard to define something like this in words different from 'evil'. Life and Death, two necessary components of Chaos that the White Witch could bring about. Margery was probably turning in her grave right now.

But there was absolutely nothing a cold corpse could do about this now. In the end, this was bound to happen for the sole fact of her having children that inherited her powers. But that aside, Seth's desire has been accomplished. Charlotte's powers were stimulated with her own demise and blood that was filled with darkness. Now, all that had to be done was to teach the girl how to control these powers, teach her about pain and suffering, but also about love and caring. That, however, was a task for another day. Having control over the dimensional shift, the puppet would snap her fingers as the wold around them started returning to it's original state, the sea of meat disappearing into nothingness only for all present to be placed onto a dirty ground once more. The pillars of white iron returned to being houses of wood and stone. And finally, the city in the skies faded back into the vortex of clouds, which dissipated into nothingness too. In nothing more than few seconds, the reality was back to how it should be. Nothing out of the ordinary, perhaps except for the child that was missing one of her arms, bleeding on the ground and swaying in pain. But she was Cirven's now. He was free to do whatever he wanted.

"As was promised, you are free to do whatever you want with her. Enjoy."

And with those words, that creepy smile of hers, along with the golden eyes disappeared. Falling to the ground, Charlotte remained motionless for few moments before turning around and trying to get up again, rubbing her eyes as she did so, visibly tired.

"Huh... did I fall asleep somewhere strange again...?"

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It was only natural that the young girl was rather dazed after all that happened. She just seemingly woke up to find a demolished, yet sunny village. The dark clouds and black mist that surrounded this place previously quickly disappeared as if to show that the Nightmare which was plaguing this place was indeed defeated. This concluded Cirven's mission, so that he could return and get his reward. While Charlotte would rub her eyes some more and then look at the boy, a smile quickly forming on her face. A smile that was normal for a girl her age, for this was her true and free self, not one bound by an omnipotent force from another world.

"I see, you managed to complete your mission when I was asleep. I'm very sorry that I fell asleep just like that Mister Mizune, it kinda happens from time to time. But everything is well, Seth would not let anyone harm me when I'm in Dreamland! Before, Seth said I had to be here for the story to move forward. But now they say I should return to Black Rose, so I will! I can find my way from here so you don't have to worry. As I said, Seth would never let anything hurt me~"

She tried to reply to the men as best as she possibly could. Her clothes were a mess, mixture of dried blood and mud covering nearly the entirety of what was once a pure white sweater with a skirt. Not that she would need these clothes for all that much longer. The puppeteer already managed to awaken her power and the learning process of using it would be a long one surely. She will need something much more fitting the title of White Witch once that is done, so this outfit which would remind them of a bloody past could be easily thrown away. Waving one more time at Cirven, the girl would turn around herself and start running away from the village, smiling brightly and completely ignorant to the fact that captured Lilith was injured quite a bit, missing an entire arm. Well, that was the nature of blissful ignorance. Something that was slowly changing.

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