Noblesse of the Dead [A Noblesse FanFiction]→Rewritten

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴ ◃───▹ sᴍɪʟᴇ

In the previous chapter. . .

With a grumble of incoherent words, she threw herself onto the bed.

"Now to actually solve this."

Now we continue.

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"Argh!" She screamed in frustration as she crumbled and threw another sheet of paper.

Looking at the current state of her room, you could say that it looked like the aftermath of a battle, a war zone even. Balls of paper scattered over the floor, many of them ripped to shreds by the princess' continuous disappointment in her riddle solving skills.

"Maybe I should ask Frankie for help..." She thought out loud, playing with her hair to calm down.

Yet asking for help was like saying "I'm doing something behind your back and wandered if you could help me, but don't tell Raizel, who, by the way, is you blood pact master, okay?" and taking the biggest leap of faith knowing full well you'll fail miserably.

Slumping on her bed, she allowed her eyes to close for the first time in fifteen hours and for the sleep to consume her, entering dream land as she released soft and steady breaths, one thought lingering,

'Should I leave...?'

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"I have brought tea, Master." Frankenstein greeted, placing a cup of fresh made tea on the wooden table.

Raizel didn't acknowledge him, only aimlessly staring at the sky through his window.

"Frankenstein..." The Noble called.

"Yes?"

"Is Annalise... mad at me?"

With surprise written all over his face, the scientists countered back with a question of his own.

"Why would you think that, Master?"

"She hasn't...come out of her room...in a while..." He trailed off.

Smiling, the human let out an amused huff at his Master's answer.

"I am completely sure that isn't the case. There must be a reason why Lady Annalise hasn't come out to talk to you, Master."

'That's right.' The blonde thought. 'Lady Annalise wouldn't be making Master worried if there wasn't a much bigger matter on her mind.'

"Thank you, Frankenstein." Raizel sighed in contempt as he drank the warm liquid brought by his servant.

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Annalise's dream

All around her, only shadows of the past.

Whispers in the distance echoed through her ears, making her mind fuzzy and her vision blurry.

"Failure."

"Monster."

"Die."