The morning came and the very dawn of the second day of winter comes. The sheer cold that brushes off Reysha’s skin gave her a slight shiver as she emerges from Mousseux.

She stares at the white world covered by snow and inhales fresh air from the surrounding. As she exhales, a frosty mist of breathing blows from her nose. The very serene beauty of the winter itself covering the whole forest gave her little goosebumps.

She does not need to take a bath anymore outside, especially how the lake has become icy. There is already a bath installed in her very own room prepared by Mika who is meticulous of designs, especially for more feminine appeal.

A beautiful snow flake slowly descends from the sky and landed on Reysha’s reddish nose. She felt cold but a little pleasant from having contact with the very first snowdrop today. Her face softens into a wry smile and her eyes show happiness, one expression rarely seen from her.

“Indeed, winter is far better than summer for me.” Reysha mutters while dusting off the lone snowflake in her nose. She feels delighted with winter rather than summer for she does not like sweating so much.

She started strolling in the garden of the mansion and stares at the bushes covered with snow. The flowers are starting to wither as sunlight becomes sparse. However, such cycle of life itself is something Reysha appreciates.

She skips from one stone slab on the ground to another, pretending that other than the stone slabs themselves, nothing else is touchable. A game she used to do when she was young, young in her previous life.

“It’s a little weird for me to remember such memory from a long time ago…” She again muttered to herself as she skips to another stone. “Looking back, it was kind of a lonely game. I’ve always enjoyed a company of only myself, not when Camille came to my life…”

It was only morning and she does not feel hungry yet. She just woken up brushed her teeth and dressed properly but she does not feel the morning creeping up yet, maybe because of the lack of the sun throttling over the horizon.

If you look at Reysha right now, she is no different from a normal girl that actually acts in accordance to her age. However, this is just a whim that her mind told her and acted.

She then saw a flower sprouting from the ground that has not withered yet like the other flowers. A bright blue flower called Morning Glory. A flower that crawls by it roots rather than growing alone.

Reysha crouches down and hugs her knees as she stares at the lone flower.

“How in the world did you grow here? Whatever, if you are this tenacious, you might get more chances in the future to show the world your beauty.” She said towards the flower.

The blue morning glory does not reply or even move from her words. Obviously, it is not alive or has mind of its own. However, Reysha feels like the flower itself has the fortitude to stay strong.

Life and death, she as a surgeon, a professional in her field in her previous life, these are common. One will come and one will go. She can only smile at the arrival of a new life and lament upon the exit of the old one.

It’s more painful when someone just arrived needed to exit without even witnessing the wonders of the world.

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“The heaviest coffin will always be the smallest.” Reysha muttered as she herself saw many instances of infant mortality. “Being sentimental for those right now won’t help me. Right now, I am another existence but what I wanted to do doesn’t change.” She assured herself.

She fell quiet and her head gradually sunk in the covers of her arms. Reysha felt unbearably tired as she remembers her past life.

However, in that exact moment, a pang of alertness shook her body. The feeling of nostalgia was blown away as she felt someone with a really strong magical power approaches from afar. Not just really strong, she knew that it could be much more powerful than her.

She jolted upright and immediately runs towards the direction of the presence. She did it as quietly as she can. Anyone from the band of bandits that could follow her would be potentially put in jeopardy if she and that person with strong magical power clashes.

She runs like the wind as she started dashing through the bed of snow. Her feet are light and her body is like a blur. The presence is not moving so Reysha assumed that it is purposely baiting her or someone, but whatever the reasons, she needed to know the person’s motive.

After a few minutes of sprinting, Reysha arrives in front of a large tree. She looks up and saw her…

It is a girl of peerless beauty and prettiness in an incomprehensible magnitude. Her blond long hair sways with the cold wind that looks extremely dazzling and her eyes of two different colors of red and green could suck any soul for its allure, a pair of eyes that could even defeat a diamond in terms of expensiveness and brilliance.

Her attire is a beautiful Gothic Lolita that greatly compliments her overall beauty that making her looks like a doll with a large rack. Her visible youth gives a tinge of immorality that greatly contradicts the mesmerizing stares she gives.

Reysha has met so many people with great figures and faces that can be said to akin to goddesses, however, all of those are overshadowed by the beauty that stands in front of her. Reysha herself knows how to evaluate beauty even in simplest term, but this is just too much for her to describe with simple words.

The girl looked at Reysha in the eyes and opens her mouth.

“So you have come, oh mighty warrior.” She said with a daunting tone that shows that she has great authority in her own domain.

“May I ask who are you? You’ve suddenly let loose your magical power so I can’t help but see it myself.” Reysha frankly spoke. She neither has time for any crap nor jesters at this point.

“You must have heard about me, no? It is I, Ivy! Ivy Hellbeing, the Demon Lord!” Ivy grandly announces as she looks down on Reysha.

Reysha’s face is painted with ferocity as she furrows her brow. By the output of the magical power of the girl in front of her, she is undeniably the Demon Lord. She never thought she’d met the Demon Lord at this icy place.

“What could possibly you wanted?” Reysha inquired while being hostile.

“Hmph! I have come to put the hero in his place! You possibly couldn’t be the hero, right? No matter, I will suck the life out of you. My wounds aren’t fully recovered yet! Your blood will be my dinner to take!” Ivy said as she reveals her arm with bandages. She unfurled the bandages to reveal…a fake wound.

“No matter how I look at it, it is a fake wound. Don’t tell me…this girl is also…” Reysha inwardly thought.

“I don’t know what you are trying to reference.” Reysha frankly told Ivy who was grinning as she shows the wound.

Ivy’s countenance changes from a menacing grin to downhearted expression. Her eyes are a little watery as she slouches down embarrassedly. She crouches down on the top of the tree as she mutters something while being all sad by herself.

“What the hell…” Reysha could only mutter.

“Bastard! How many people have you already sucked?!” A voice resounded behind Reysha.

As she turns around, Falikh was there pointing at Ivy with a horrified face, no, a really over dramatic horrified face while striking a pose.

Ivy Hellbeing, the Demon Lord, upon hearing Falikh’s words was given a new life as she smiles. No, she tried her best to withhold her smile as she wipes the tears in her eyes. It seems that she was waiting for the right word to come and as soon as she heard it, she somewhat became overly joyous…

“How many loaves of bread have you eaten in your life?!” Ivy replied as she tried really hard stopping herself from smiling.

“Haa…this girl…is definitely a whack too…” Reysha tiredly said to herself in her mind.