497. Lonely
Amanda stared at the silver-haired girl standing there by the large bonfire. The former assassin gritted her teeth. She couldn’t understand it. It didn’t make any sense to her.
It was just unfair.
Everything was unfair. Amanda saw Salvos, and couldn’t help but be jealous. It wasn’t just the fact that when the former assassin used [Identification], she saw that the silver-haired girl was a Lesser God. No— if that was it, Amanda would just be impressed,
Instead, it was the change Salvos had undergone. Amanda had always thought that the silver-haired girl looked unnatural. There was always something that just seemed too… perfect.
undefinedIt only ever slightly irked Amanda when she saw it in the past. She simply disliked how someone could look that fake, yet somehow still appear truly beautiful. Yes, beautiful. Even though Amanda was a woman herself, she couldn’t deny this. She was well aware that Salvos was considered quite attractive.
But now, after whatever happened two days ago, Salvos looked different. The changes were subtle, yet distinct. Her silver hair had a light sheen to it— a soft luster that seemed ethereal. Her divine-touched skin seemed to glisten against the flaming backdrop. Like she were a phantasm. As if she were an apparition of sorts.
It was like staring at the masterwork of the greatest artisan in all of the Human lands. A porcelain doll that had been crafted over decades. An ice sculpture that captured the very essence of the word beauty. She raised her head fractionally, fluttering her eyes as she turned to face Amanda.
That was when the former assassin realized she had been staring for too long. That was when Amanda realized she had subconsciously approached the silver-haired woman while lost in thought.
“Yes?”
Salvos asked, cocking her head. Amanda gritted her teeth.
Why am I here? the former assassin asked herself. And she knew it was because she thought it was unfair. It was so incredibly unfair.
But what was unfair? The fact that Salvos was so enchanting to look at— that her appearance was so dazzling that everyone who wanted to take a passing glance at her couldn’t even if they wanted to. Because it was like staring up at something so precious, they were afraid their gaze alone could crack it.
No. Amanda knew that wasn’t why she was jealous. The reason she was upset was very simple. It was because—
“Hey, Amanda. Have you seen Daniel around? He said he’d be here with Edithe soon.”
Salvos spoke simply, smiling innocently as ever. Amanda clicked her tongue at the mention of that name.
“Don’t say that name to me.”
The former assassin averted her gaze. She could feel her sense of jealousy rising. The feeling of knowing that it was all pointless— that her feelings didn’t matter because the man she loved was interested in this vixen too overwhelming.
Amanda wanted to leave there and then, but Salvos just blinked.
“Whose name? Daniel’s? Or Edithe’s? Or wait— do you mean your name? I think Amanda is a nice name, though.”
And that made the brown-haired woman snap.
“You know exactly who I’m talking about!”
“Um, I actually don’t—”
Salvos started, and Amanda cursed.
“I’m talking about Daniel, you fucking idiot.”
“Huh.”
For a moment, the silver-haired girl just raised her head with a frown. Amanda shook her head as she thought of Daniel. She recalled the ways he stared at Salvos— the admiration and more he always held in his wistful gaze.
“I just don’t get it. What does he see in you? What does he…”
The former assassin trailed off. She lowered her head as the flames from the large bonfire cast a shadow over her face. The sun was falling over the horizon now— the last vestiges of the orange circle soon to vanish, leaving nothing but a dark sky overhead, and the dim crimson glow in the far distance of the Netherworld, barely visible, but evidently there.
Amanda knew what Daniel saw in Salvos. The silver-haired girl was truly beautiful. Not only that— but Salvos was incredible. Her feats and achievements… it only made sense Daniel would develop a crush on her. But it still pissed the former assassin off.
So she stood there in silence as Salvos started forward. The silver-haired girl herself lowered her gaze. Was Salvos confused? Empathetic? Or maybe she was even feeling pitiful for the brown-haired woman?
Probably. Even Amanda found her brief display to be utterly pathetic. If Saffron were here, she’d just laugh at the former assassin, telling her she was in love. But there was nothing Amanda could do about how she felt. Whether it was love or a stupid pit of self-pity.
“I… just leave me alone.”
Amanda averted her gaze in annoyance as she noticed the silver-haired girl starting forward. But Salvos finally came to a halt and raised a hand. The former assassin gritted her teeth.
“I said—”
She started, and Salvos grabbed her by the shoulders. The silver-haired drew closer, glaring straight into Amanda’s eyes.
“Take that back.”
“W-what…?”
Amanda tried to work her jaw, utterly confused. But Salvos’s grip grew tighter.
“I said: take that back. I am not an idiot. So don’t call me that.”
“That’s—”
But before the former assassin could protest, she paused. Her eyes widened as she stared into the silver-haired girl’s gaze. Suddenly, Salvos was no longer an ethereal beauty. The perfect features twisted, and her golden eyes burned like scintillating stars. She loomed over Amanda, her cloying figure now like a towering monster.
Amanda found her knees trembling. Her legs nearly buckled beneath her as her hands shook. She choked as bands of fear tightened in her throat, before finally gasping out.
“Fine! I take it back! I take it back! You’re not an idiot!”
For a moment, Amanda wasn’t sure if that was enough. But Salvos blinked. Then she stepped back, smiling happily.
“That’s good! I’m not an idiot— I am a genius! Make sure you remember that, alright?”
The silver-haired girl wagged a finger as she nodded. Amanda paused. She just stared at Salvos, mind uncomprehending. The former assassin didn’t understand what just happened.
“H-how did you just…?”
It was like a flip had been switched. In an instant, Salvos was now just standing there innocently, pretending as if nothing happened. Amanda stared for a moment, before the silver-haired shook her head.
“Anyway, what were you talking about? What do you mean by ‘what does Daniel see in me’? He’s my companion! He sees me as Salvos, of course!”
Salvos exclaimed, pointing at herself with a grin. Amanda took a moment to recover from the whiplash, before finally steeling herself. She shook her head.
“That’s not what I’m talking about, you id—”
Salvos cocked her head, and the former assassin quickly caught herself.
“I mean, that’s not what I’m talking about, you… genius?”
Amanda waited to see the silver-haired girl’s reaction. Salvos beamed in response, and the former assassin sighed in relief.
“Look, I’m talking about how Daniel sees you. How he… feels about you. I just… am jealous, alright? Am I not allowed to feel this way?”
“What are you jealous about?”
Salvos asked, fluttering her eyes, clearly not understanding the implications. Amanda gritted her teeth as the bonfire in the distance crackled. She raised her head, seeing the crowd of shadowed figures gather around. They were so distant— they bore faces she never saw. The rest of the world seemed to fade away as Amanda closed her eyes.
“I… I can’t tell you that.”
“Why not?”
It was a foolish question. But the silver-haired girl asked anyway. Amanda felt her heart jump in her chest. Her face flushed, burning crimson. She felt the heat from the bonfire pressed against her cheeks as she backed up.
“It’s just not something I can talk about, alright?”
“You can tell me— I won’t tell anybody!”
Salvos prodded her further. Amanda’s lips quivered. Still, she adamantly refused. But the silver-haired girl was insistent.
“If it’s about Daniel, I want to know! He’s my companion! I care about him!”
“You can’t…”
“Did he do something wrong? If he did, just tell me! I’ll smack him over the head for you!”
“It’s not that—”
“Then what is it? I need to know, Amanda. Daniel is important to me. I—”
And finally, that was too much. Amanda crumbled under the silver-haired girl’s pestering questions. The former assassin just blurted it out.
“Fine! I love him, alright?”
Salvos paused. She blinked a few times. Then she blinked a few more times. But Amanda wasn’t finished.
“I love him— but he doesn’t love me back. Instead, he loves you.”
“You… love him?”
The silver-haired girl narrowed her eyes, before pointing at herself.
“Wait, he loves me?”
“Of course he does. It’s obvious to anyone who sees how he treats you— he has a crush on you, Salvos.”
Amanda spoke through clenched teeth. The former assassin didn’t want to admit it. Nor did she like saying it. But she had to. Because Salvos was far too persistent.
Although, that didn’t mean Amanda had to say anything. So perhaps it was because she actually wanted to say it, as much as it hurt. It was something she still needed to get out.
Salvos just frowned.
“That’s…”
She rubbed her chin for a moment. Then she crossed her arms.
“No he doesn’t. He’s just my companion.”
“You can believe whatever you want. But if you’re going to hear this from me and ignore his feelings, then you’re just selfish. I know how he feels— I have seen the way he looks at you. It is the exact same way I look at him.”
Amanda scowled as she spoke. It really hurt, but somehow, it was cathartic. She had been bottling up her feelings for far too long. And now, she was finally letting her thoughts flow freely.
Salvos opened her mouth to protest, but paused. She peered into Amanda.
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