My eyes open again.

I’ve somewhat digested what’s happened. Am capable of understanding what’s happened.

I’m angry. No, that word doesn’t cut it.

I don’t know what the word I want to use is. In english, nor in the language of this world.

I’m very, very, very, very angry. And also quite sad.

Even if I get the chance to leave this world, for now, until the underworld of the Akashi territory is burnt to the ground, and its members are dead.

I will not rest until I’ve completed that objective.

They will pay.

They will pay dearly.

I’m certainly not in my right mind right now. I do not care.

I push myself off of my bed.

Owwww…

I immediately lay down.

That really, really hurts.

I look down at my stomach.

It feels like it’s gotten worse… a lot worse…

I ring the bell by my bedside.

Bedo should have the answer.

I wait impatiently for him. I must have my revenge as soon as possible. So I need to fix this problem as soon as possible as well.

It takes a minute before Bedo arrives.

“Little master! You’re alive! I’m overjoyed!” he shouts

…I cannot say the same.

I’m depressed and more than angry about my current situation.

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“Put all personnel related to information gathering into finding out everything we can about the Underworld of our Territory.” I order

“...Little master, many of those personnel are necessary for the current operation cleaning, as well as keeping the territory safe from many other potential attacks.” Bedo resists, somewhat awkwardly.

“I do not care. The Underworld will pay dearly.” I tell him “I’m also ordering all people living in the territory whom we know have connections to the underworld arrested, and executed if they cannot prove themselves innocent.”

“As you wish, little master.” Bedo sighs reluctantly

“Additionally, please call some healers here. My stomach needs to be fixed completely. Also, I heard that the guard’s healer was killed. Get Aldo another mentor, I believe he has talent” I order

“As you wish little master,” Bedo replies,

“I also want Theresa and Bert out of the territory immediately. I do not care about the social repercussions.” I tell Bedo

He nods his head.

“Dismissed.” I tell him

Bedo leaves my room

I think back to that night.

My regrets are immense.

I should have put more guards in Rira and Betha’s rooms. Maybe they wouldn’t have died that way.

They wouldn’t have died if there were more guards, right?

I touch my finger to my cheek. I’m crying.

This world… I don’t like it.

I want to leave here. I want to go home.

Why did I have to die?

I need to stay here until revenge for Betha and Rira is taken, however.

I also have a personal grudge against that Blake Powell assassin.

I’m only alive because he was toying with me. Only alive because he unestimated Aldo’s healing capabilities and he was trying to make my death as long, drawn out, and painful one.

The fact I was toyed with isn’t acceptable.

I need to make myself stronger. I need to make my territory stronger.

I shut my eyes and think.

I’m not exactly physically capable, since I’m barely even a toddler.

Magic, though…I think I can become good enough with it to become capable in combat, even with my current body.

I don’t feel like training right now, however.

Other than getting revenge, all that’s on my mind is wanting to huddle up and be sad.

I shut my eyes.

And I just lay there.

Rather than how it would be for something small, or non-permanent, my anger and sadness doesn’t slowly simmer down, it doesn’t slowly leave me.

It grows.

The more I think about it, the more sad and angry I am.

My determination to be stronger grows, while also making me want to just lay there lazily and be sad, as well.

…It’s like I want the result without putting in any of the actual work…

In my mind I imagine killing Blake Powell.

As painfully as the pain he inflicted upon me, as painfully as the pain he had caused with Betha and Rira’s death.

My imagination runs.

And it runs until I eventually fall asleep.