The fourth maiden of Ymir [UNDER HEAVY REVISIONS/EDITING]

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The maiden walked alongside the passage through corridors of the aristocrat's domicile
depicting such leisure etiquette as she consider that the minute-structure and the black individual awaits for her in the extravagant gateway of the said domicile.

Her thoughts indeed diddled as she interweave the presence of the said residence, just descrying the prodigalities and the martial influence of the certain individuals that she later on transfigured as the emissary mole of marley.

Seemingly shift along the depth surface of her rational thoughts, she fail to make such notice of the youngster's company as the sudden turn of events made her to seemingly stumble upon the youngster as both of the opposing shoulders materialized such bodily contact.

"O-oh! I'm sorry, are you okay?" The maiden questioned out of her inquisitive request. She have come into sudden rational judgement that the individual that she have stumbled upon was a mere youngster considering the proportionate dimensions of her shoulders.

Her shoulders were Quite fragile.

And she knew it was that child whom is present in the said congress beforehand.

"Yeah. I'm fine" the youngster replied.

The silent aroma made its sudden access as it extend its course. Until the youngster questioned such thing out of her impressive degree amount of inquisitiveness,

"Are you a blind lady?."

She questioned in spite of her hierarchy keeping in the religious world.

"Yes. Perhaps i'am, may i know your name?"

"Wilhelmina clementine tybur, you can call me clemen"

"Tybur? I heard tons of stories about tyburs from miss kiyomi, perhaps you're one of willy tybur's children..no?"

"Yes i'am. I'm his one and only misbegotten daughter, not recognized as lawful offspring of his."

"—my father disavow me in my early years. For that. I don't considered him as a 'father', this is my home. Those aristocrats you've met Adopted me privately out of willy tybur's knowledge"

The maiden couldn't help but to contemplate the certain verity that presumably approach out of the youngster's mouth,

putting series of numerous ponder, the maiden's thoughts seemingly loosed such immense interrogative expressions out of her sympathetic sorrow that conerns about the aftereffect of the youngster's keeping.

"Life must be hard for you,"

"—have you ever hated your father?"

thereafter beholding the keeping of the child. This made the maiden to hearken back picturesque view of her, being in his father's stalwart arms, descrying him spinning his sprout around as she commence reminiscing his rhythmic succession of single tones organized as plain aesthetic whole,

"Yes. I hate him to the core. i hate him with burning passion."

The youngster deliver her reaction that concerns about her inquisitive sentence.