The Last Witch (Resurrection Series #4)

Kabanata 4

Kabanata IV
Sixth

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CLEOBELLE / SINCLAIR

Just what did I do wrong?

I tried my best, with the only way I think I could return. In the end, all my efforts were in vain.

I returned to the beginning instead.

I promised myself that I'd find another way to return.

However, for the second time, at the age of 21, I died at the hands of Duke Aslan; Allowing him to kill me.

Then I came back again at the beginning, in my third life inside this world.

By the time I reawakened my power, I ran away to just travel the world of Lumina. Afterwards, I died again at the hands of Duke Aslan at the age of 21 due to being discovered as the last witch.

In my fourth life, wherein I again returned to the beginning, I decided to just destroy the world. Then I let Duke Aslan kill me again like it's a habit already.

In my fifth life as Sinclair,  I became a saintess, just for a change. Then I healed a lot of people.

I knew people would repay kindness with betrayal, so I gave up being a saint since it didn't suit me.

Sitting on the throne, with a tired expression on my face, I was stepping on the filthy Emperor's head while waiting for Duke Aslan to bestow me with my fate.

"Okay, kill me now, my dear husband," I said like I'm merely going to bed.

I still don't get why I always end up being married to Aslan.

I'm so tired. I couldn't even remember my life before that much.

Who am I?

Now I'm in my sixth life and I'm tired of all of this sh*t.

Maybe I really died in my first life and this is actually hell, tormenting me eternally.

However, something is different this time. . . I came back earlier than usual.

"I despise your very existence," was what my birth mother said, looking straight in my eyes. With her clear crystal blue eyes, blank, cold and dead.

This is the first time I've seen Vespera alive, and the first thing I heard her say is she despises me.

Great.

"You'll be tormented your whole life as much as I did. Blame your luck being born as a witch out of all races," she chuckled coldly.

"Cleobelle," she called that name, making me freeze.

Nanayo ang mga balahibo ko roon.

"Right. . . I named you Cleobelle," she smirked. "It means misfortune in witches language. Fitting you more than what that mad Baroness named you," she continued.

I saw how sharp claws grew in her hands, and then she placed it on her chest.

"You will have a life filled with endless sufferings," ngisi nito saka kinitil na ang sariling buhay sa aking harapan.

Nakita ko kung paano niya hinugot ang sariling puso saka dinurog ito kasabay ng pagbagsak ng kanyang walang buhay na katawan.

I sighed.

Ipinatong ko ang aking palad sa kanyang nakamulat na mga mata saka isinara iyon.

"Sinclair!"

For the sixth time, I heard that commotion.