Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Zatariel point of view

I placed Zadriana gently onto the couch.

She immediately grabbed a controller like a soldier being handed a weapon.

"I want zombies," she declared.

My five-year-old sister has the emotional resilience of a horror movie protagonist.

Meanwhile, I still refuse to watch medical documentaries because bones are disturbing.

I powered on the console and loaded the game.

Within seconds, groaning undead filled the screen.

Zadriana's eyes lit up.

With excitement.

I shook my head slowly.

"I am raising a future menace to society."

Satisfied she was occupied, I slipped into the bathroom.

Which-unsurprisingly-was also white.

White tiles. White sink. White towels. White marble counters.

Even the soap dispenser.

I opened my wardrobe.

White shirts.
White pajamas.
White loungewear.
White sweaters.
White-
Even my underwear.
All white.

...Hmmm.

I distinctly remember owning black ones.
My favorites, actually.

Mom must have decided they disrupted the aesthetic.

Tragic.

I removed my academy uniform-dark green, the only object in this room brave enough to defy the color scheme.

Honestly, it looked like an intruder.

I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water rinse away the day.

The tension.
The chaos.
The emotional damage I absolutely did not cause.

Time passed.

I stepped out, dried off, and faced the mirror.

And immediately frowned.

What the-

On my chest...

Tiny hairs?

Absolutely unacceptable.

I grabbed a razor.

A few precise, efficient movements later-

There.
Restored order.

I changed into my pajamas and stepped back into the bedroom.

Zadriana was fully immersed in digital destruction.

Her character moved with alarming confidence.

"...Should I be worried?" I asked.

"I got a shotgun!" she announced proudly.

Wonderful.

Five years old and already choosing violence.

She didn't even notice me sitting beside her, completely consumed by her mission to eliminate the undead population.

Honestly...

I respect the dedication.

If she applied even half of this energy to her alphabet worksheets, Margery might finally know peace.