TOGETHER WE WILL CONQUER THE WORLD (WMMAP)

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Past Life of the angel

WARNING:

Mentions of Abuse.

Neglect.

Trauma.

PTSD.

Parents abuse and such.

This chapter really was hard for me to write. I had to pause a few times whilst writing this so please if you're uncomfortable. Skip the part where it's Angelina's past life.

The next day, the two woke up. All they they about was Angelina's blood on their hands. Her pale face, not responding to them at all. Blood from her mouth and her head. The two couldn't think properly or focus but Athanasia had to concentrate with her duties.

In her office, two noblemen were with her.

"We would like to report directly to his majesty ourselves."

Athanasia was so close to ask Arthur to slice their necks like tomatoe.

"His majesty is resting, so you can silver your reports to me." Athanasia said, blankly.

"Haha, oh yes, of course. I'm sure he's resting."

"He must be wrapped in a cocoon of such comfort, he never wants come back here."

The two mocked and snickered.

"Hmm. His majesty was well-aware of the extent of your loyalty, count Mohegan, as well as that of you vassals."

The two nobleman flinched.

"He even predicted that was the manner in which you would respond. Truly, your devotion is as remarkable as I'd heard."

The two bowed their heads.

"O-of course." Then they walked out.

"What were you thinking? What if the emperor really does come back?"

"Eh?!" The two came across Felix and Arthur.

"You two sure talk a lot. I'm sure your mouths would be even more useful for you work." Arthur glared.

"Y-your highness!" They bowed nervously.

Arthur and Felix passed by them, paying no mind to them. Arthur went around the table and placed his hand on Athanasia's shoulder.

"You're stiff." Arthur murmured.

"I have so much to do." Athanasia sighed.

"Right, the mountains of paper stacks on my table are giving my PTSD." Arthur dead panned.

Athanasia smiled a small smile.

"... any changed on Angelina?"

"None." Athanasia placed her head in her hands.

"Damnit."

"As if she's in a deep sleep. Lucas said she's more in deep in the dark than dad ... Arthur what if-"

"Hey, hey, no. Don't think that. Don't you dare think any of that, sister. We'll save both dad and her." Arthur said.

"I hope so ... ."

The two siblings were now in the room where Angelina and Claude were in. Arthur stared at his sister and fathers sleeping faces. Although it might been just a sleep, they were cursed and Arthur was beyond concerned.

"Anyways, the only way he could assume power in the first oklace would be if something were to happen too you, Arthur and well your sister. And as long as I'm here, that wont happen."