Vanessa stood rooted to the spot, feeling waves of cold wash over her.
Her eyes stared blankly ahead, but her mind refused to think any further.
The Family Annihilation Case had indeed happened close to home, but Vanessa had always instinctively felt that danger was far away from her.
Wasn't she supposed to be someone powerful? The Lord personally controlled her actions, even a casual sacrifice could make others cry out in amazement, and she could easily heal Elsa, who had been disabled for years.
All manner of miracles should have surrounded her. Difficulties and setbacks were like sweets before a meal, adding just a little flavor to success. She would never truly fail. The Lord would always step in to save everything.
So at that very moment, as Vanessa looked at Elsa, who had killed herself, the first thing that welled up inside her was neither surprise nor fear, but bewilderment. Had all of this really happened? Or was it some joke Elsa was playing?
Vanessa stood frozen like a stone statue, inexplicably hoping that Elsa would suddenly jump up and shout, "Scared you!" Then she could pat her chest and pretend to have been frightened, and life would return to normal.
But that never happened.
Dorothea let out a heart-wrenching wail, as though all the pain in her life had been forcibly torn out, crushed, and stuffed back into her throat, her voice screaming out along with her blood.
She rushed to Elsa and fell to her knees, wanting to reach out and touch her but not daring to. Large tears fell onto the apron she had only just put on. Allen clenched his fists but did not approach. He looked away as though forcing himself to do so. "...Clara. Where's Clara?"
With that, he abruptly vanished and