Free Web NovelActually, the sensation of withdrawing one's consciousness from the Mental Space is very strange.
At least, it was so for Pavela.
It was like being suddenly yanked out of a pool of warm water.
Or like waking up startled from a long dream.
Her head was dizzy; touch, smell, and temperature all needed some time to return to normal.
Liselotte had already been dealt with by her. ƒrēewebnovel.com
In a sense, that arrogant, cold Secret Party Wayfarer who viewed ordinary people as ants was indeed completely dead.
But in another sense, she was still alive.
Perhaps one day in the future, she could still be put to use.
Then, Pavela hurriedly returned to reality, not even having time to meet the other members of The Order.
The nonsense in the Mental Space had delayed her for so long; in reality, she was still in a state of losing control.
She was afraid that if she were any later, Eleanor would discover her abnormality.
Pavela blinked hard, her gaze repeatedly focusing on the patterns on the ceiling to make her vision recover faster.
Then, ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) she noticed something was wrong.
Hmm?
The ceiling?
No.
This isn't the Mecha Cockpit!
Pavela jolted, her vision beginning to fully recover.
Dark wooden beams.
Exquisite carved lamp stands.
Warm yellow candlelight cast flickering shadows on the walls.
This was clearly a bedroom.
And a very familiar one at that.
The Schwartz Family manor?
Pavela panicked a little.
She tried to move her body.
Then she found she couldn't move.
Her hands were raised high above her head.
Something was wrapped around her wrists.
Soft.
But tied very tightly.
She tried to pull.
It didn't budge an inch.
In her mouth...
There was something.
Round, hard, stuffed inside her mouth.
Preventing her from speaking.
On her body...
It was heavy.
As if something was pressing down on her.
Warm and soft.
And a familiar scent.
Roses.
And blood.
She was...?
Discovered by Eleanor?
Pavela felt a bit panicked.
If she was discovered by Eleanor while out of control...
If Eleanor saw her rolling around on the ground...
If Eleanor knew she had been hiding her pain...
Things would become very troublesome.
Very troublesome.
She subconsciously twisted her body a few times, preparing to break free from the restraints on her hands first.
She had just felt that the things binding her were Ribbons; although tied tightly, they were still just Ribbons after all.
With her strength, she should...
Just as she was about to exert force.
The thing pressing down on her moved.
Pavela froze.
She struggled to look down.
Then she saw a head.
Dark long hair was scattered across her chest, shimmering faintly in the candlelight.
And a familiar hair fragrance.
It was Eleanor.
Eh?
Pavela's pupils constricted.
She saw Eleanor lying on top of her.
Her face buried in the crook of her neck.
Her breathing was shallow.
Very light.
Her body was trembling slightly.
Pavela's heart suddenly tightened.
What happened to Eleanor?
Was she injured?
Did she hurt Eleanor when she was out of control?
She wanted to call Eleanor's name.
But the ball in her mouth only allowed her to make muffled whimpers.
“Mmm... nmm...”
Then, Eleanor moved.
The body lying on top of her trembled slightly.
Then, a pair of hands appeared in Pavela's field of vision.
Those hands were very white.
Slender.
Well-defined knuckles.
They were Eleanor's hands.
But those hands were trembling.
That kind of subtle twitching from trying to control them but failing.
Those hands reached behind Pavela's head.
And untied the Ribbon holding the Ball gag in place.
The movement was very gentle and slow, as if unwrapping a fragile item.
The Ball gag was removed.
Pavela's mouth was finally free.
But because it had been stuffed for so long, her tongue and lips were a bit stiff.
She opened her mouth.
Trying to say something.
But only a few muffled syllables came out.
Then, Eleanor withdrew her hands.
Propped them on the bed.
And pushed her upper body up.
Pavela finally saw Eleanor's face.
She froze.
Eleanor's face...
Pavela didn't know how to describe it.
That familiar, elegant face that always wore a calm smile.
Right now...
She was bleeding from all seven orifices.
Blood flowed from the corners of her eyes.
Flowed from her nostrils.
Flowed from her ears.
Flowed from the corners of her mouth.
Dark red bloodstains meandered across her pale skin.
Like some kind of eerie totem.
Her skin was terrifyingly white.
Not a healthy fairness.
But a deathly, almost transparent pallor from excessive blood loss.
The veins beneath her temples were clearly visible.
Shimmering with a sickly blue.
Her lips were also white.
Only the bloodstains were red.
Like someone had splattered paint onto a white sheet of paper.
Eleanor's complexion looked quite ashen now.
The only things that were bright, even terrifyingly so, were her eyes.
Those ice-blue eyes were now tinged with pink.
A deep, almost unnatural pink.
And in that light, Pavela couldn't see a single trace of sanity.
Only some kind of...
Pavela didn't know how to describe it.
Fanaticism?
Obsession?
Or something else?
Now, those eyes were staring straight at her.
As if they wanted to swallow her whole.
Pavela felt an inexplicable chill rise up her spine.
It couldn't be called fear, but it was certainly some kind of... unease.
“E-Eleanor?”
She finally found her voice again.
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A bit muffled.
But at least she could speak.
“W-What's wrong with you? Are you hurt? Quick, call a doctor—”
Her words weren't finished.
They were interrupted.
“It's not important.”
Eleanor spoke.
Her voice was very light.
Very soft.
But it carried something that made Pavela's spine go cold.
“The doctor isn't important.”
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
Forcing a smile.
That smile...
Combined with her current face.
The bloodstains.
The pallor.
The pink eyes.
Looked exceptionally...
Pavela didn't want to use the word “scary.”
But she was indeed afraid.
An indescribable, inexplicable fear.
“What's important is...”
Eleanor's voice continued.
Still very light.
Still very soft.
But every word was like a nail, driven into Pavela's heart.
“You lied to me, Little Pa.”
