𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. Meguru Bachira

V

Chapter vocabulary
άχρηστος → useless
Θορυβώδης → Noisy
Δεν είμαι σκλάβος σου → I'm not your slave

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Her sweet voice lingered in their eyes for only a split second. Train. Most of these boys seemed to enjoy training, but the way she said it. As if she was pulling them into a hell. But at the same time, the hell was cold. The hell had everything horrible, but it was cold.

Eris's life was hell. Still, her life was icy. A temperature neither heaven nor hell had ever been. Heaven was always a nice warm breeze that comes during spring. She loved spring. She grabbed the boys with her voice, and slowly, she led the way out of the room. The feeling of people following behind her like dogs was nice.

"So, Miss Vasílissa, howdy do?" The bumblebee asked her with a sort of happiness to his voice. The kind of optimism little children have when they do something they deem to be cool. The blueberry then pulled the boy away from her so suddenly. Bachira responded with a pout on his face. "Sorry, miss. He's just erm."

Isagi had no words to excuse the strangeness of his friend, and began to fear the thought of her hating him enough to become biased against him. "It's whatever." Eris seemed particularly unbothered about this. It meant she wasn't upset with him. It meant that Isagi was in the clear this time. That he would not have to face the evils that come with being enemies with Eris Vasílissa. It was terrifying.

Were you scared?
Were you scared too?

Eris got scared sometimes too. She felt spiders creeping up the back of her skin. One, two, three. One, two, three, four, five. Eight legs. She was never really scared of spiders. After all, down goes the spider into the drain again. The boys could sense her detachment. Where was she? She was in the room, but still nowhere to be found.

Lonely. She watched the boys play. It qas extremely lonely. It was the feeling of being alone on Christmas night. The absence of spring in this place. They played like people who were truly alone.

Eris was alone too.

But she didn't play like that. She played like those who could fight a war alone. To be alone in war, and to go to war alone. Eris could win the war singlehandedly. Every bullet ringing through the air would be the sound of her victory. The chaos it ensued. It was her job after all. To fight rigorous battles over and over again. "Shoot." Her mind spoke. She never thought before she spoke, but she never thought after she spoke. Her mind and mouth were perfectly synchronized.

Everybody stopped. Shoot? Shoot what? They were playing a mini match. Chigiri had the ball tied to his leg instantly. "Shoot it." She repeated. He didn't see how he would score a goal. He wasn't looking. He didn't want to score a goal. He wanted to give up. However, the pressure from Eris's voice was terrifying. His legs involuntarily kicked the ball. He didn't know what he did, but the ball entered the goal.

But nobody praised him. Isagi did though. Kunigami did too. But they all know that goal wasn't due to his skill. Eris saw something none of them did even while being absent. She gave the boy a sly smile as if to taunt him for not realizing something she deemed so obvious. "άχρηστος" Although the words weren't understood, they all knew it was something negative. Eris would never compliment someone in such a guise of disrespect.

"Miss?" The boy leaned in too closely to her face. She didn't flinch. She felt the need to, but she wouldn't. "Hm?" She hummed in response to his call. "Are you a monster?" The bright smile on the boy's face contrasting the question. Are you a monster. "I wonder if someone ever called Zeus a monster." That was her response. "Prometheus possibly." Her tongue clicked. However, the boy looked slightly perplexed. "Who? What? I don't get it miss." Expressing his confusion so obviously without worry of seeming stupid.