The fourth maiden of ymir

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"F-father....u-uri...f-frieda.."

The h/c haired demoiselle ascertain the strenuous efforts of sovereign ruler within her hearing range, the constitutional king maintain without momentary halt, grovel into the crystalline premises as he advance into the said shattered object,

New york minute, he layover his feats as he ascertain approaching vestiges, your footmarks repeated in a series of reflected sound waves as the said monarch, rise his visual contact to determine the proprietor of the said vestiges,

The sovereign ruler breathe laboriously as both of his orbs extend within the eye of the maiden, filled with overflowing apathetic coldness as your e/c pigment emblematize the eyes of the founder,

Despite of the demoiselle's other orb being cloaked by a certain material, the said monarch knew that your facial arrangements harmonize the outward appearance of the girl within uri's memoirs,

The girl who used to wore dilapitated clothing in her quotidian life,

He, the sovereign ruler himself ascertain the flavor of being sacrosanct at the current, as he maintain without momentary halt, eye you with excessive deification, his history shine with light at regular intervals as he come into knowledge that the earnest request of the royal parentage over the past century were now audible within the hearing range of the deity herself,

he condone that having to gaze upon the all-powerful deity at his absolute bottommost time, were indeed the most glorifying benediction he could ever come into possession of,

he thought that the sudden encounter were contributing certain gesticulations that the ceremonial ought to remain in existence at any circumstances,

He thought that the mere sight of you were just nothing but products of phantasm,

Your outward appearance that depict your fatigue bearing persuade the said monarch to ingest the fluid as he himself, oath to mount you into the nothingness to pardon the shortcomings of the world,

Thereafter having closemouth visual contact with the said sovereign ruler, you continue your pace after an interruption as your footmarks reverberate around the crystalline location,

"Clasp the words of my prayer oh our all-powerful deity....sanctify whom dare to blemish the surfaces of earth as i...rod reiss...will upthrust you from the depth of your sleep"

You layover your pace as you ascertain his shiftings of hesitance despite of your rear back facing the said monarch, you clutch your fingers together as you ascertain such weighty tension approaching from your hand,

You are no deity

Doesn't possess any of the said ability to produce an effect

Not an engine

But an individual as well,

Whom happens to be intertwined with satan's tragedies,

You fabricate such posthaste pace after the said interruption as you ascertain the vapor arising from the heated substantiate of the monarch, the impressions materialized by your foot repeated in a series of reflected sound waves as it entangle the immediate immersion of the two individuals,

The said military troop reached the destination as well, considering your expressive feeling of responsibility for your certain wrongdoing,—-forsaking them in the hopes of acquiring the said responses of your questions, you glance at them flaunting gestures of regret as the military troop eventually come into knowledge concerning the location of your efforts are directed,

Rod reiss's process of metamorphosis continued without momentary halt as it winged the strands of your hair, exhibting your exhausted features as the said military troop understood the burden you've endured

"...y/n..."

"Everyone....i'm sorry.... it was so egoistic of me to leave you all behind..because of my urgent desire! I—"

"—Everthing will be okay!....there must be a reason! We'll listen every single of it! What are friends for right?"

"We're all in this together, you always remind us those right y/n?"

"—you said to trust you, and i did.... i trust you y/n"

Your fellow's words mirrored your eyes as you exhibit your mute posture,

The maiden whom you used to be,

The maiden who used to wore tattered clothing,

Eventually after the turn of events layovers circling around your head, you come into vague awareness that in the boundary of the day,

Those sweats of yours were all impractical,

Everything,

from the troubles you have endured, and from those bloodshed you've exploited,

Those produce nothing but ineffectual results, as long as you determine your fellows company nearby your side, you knew,

the fourth maiden of ymir, knew rather that she will ascertain her way home,

Rod reiss's metamorphosis maintain progressing as the foliage eyed brunet kept shedding in tears, his crimson fluid maintain streaming in droplets as the monarch's conversion continued developing,

"I-i was useless, from the very beginning, i wasn't anything like the hope of mankind,—"

He layovers his phrase as he ascertain your hand on his shoulders, the military troop extend their eyes in mystification as they perceive through sight the hot glowing particles of the atomic flashing of light approaching from the both of the opposing body,

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