TDD V2 Prologue 3: Beatrix

Author’s Note

This is probably redundant, but in order to prevent confusion, I’ve decided to directly tell you whose perspective the chapter part is being told from at the beginning of that part. Back when I wrote “Immortal Soul” I remember that no matter how obvious it was, there would always be people asking “Whose PoV is this from?!” Even if within the first few paragraphs the person literally identified themselves in a ‘natural’ way… So I’ve decided to just tell you all directly. It’s not as ‘professional’ in my opinion, but whatever, it’s a webnovel atm lol.

Also, if you’re wondering why I will probably never write from Azra or Yuri’s perspective… It’s because it would probably take a lot of research. I remember back when I wrote “The Inventor” a chapter from Ailyn’s perspective in “Immortal Soul”, I spent a lot of hours just trying to figure out how things worked and how to explain everything properly. It’s just way too much effort to get into the mindset of either of them and write from their perspectives. They’re supposed to be ‘geniuses’ to a certain extent and their minds mostly revolve around their obsessions. It would probably be a lot like writing a wikipedia page :P.

Anyway, there’s still 3 more parts to post.

*Beatrix’s Perspective*

I died again… Or maybe this was the first time? Seems unlikely that anything could ever truly happen for the first time in a reality like this one though.

“Congratulations Your Majesty! It’s a boy!”

Well that’s new. I can’t remember ever being a man before now. It probably won’t make much of a difference regardless. I need to find Linda and Luke… Why can’t I remember the others? I must have sacrificed a lot of my soul-memory in order to escape from… Where did I escape from?

“Wait, something’s wrong… What is this?!”

They seem to be upset about something? There’s a middle-aged Asian woman cradling me in her arms right now… I can’t really see the others in this darkness.

“No, this isn’t possible… This monster isn’t my child! This must be some sort of witch’s curse! Quickly, dispose of this demon and bring me the spare!”

Disgusting, that is the only word that I can think of right now to describe people like this. Anyone who would throw away their own child, regardless of the reason, probably deserves to die. Hmmm, my mother looks young, maybe early twenties. If I wasn’t in the body of an infant, I would have already put a bullet between her eyes.

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

This woman isn’t much better though. Even slaves are responsible for their own actions… What can I do? I don’t feel any mana, so I probably can’t use magic right now.

I can’t die!

Linda, Luke, Gabriel? There are others too… I don’t know if they were just friends or actual family members, but I know that they’re out there somewhere. Maybe they ended up in this world with me?

It’s so cold. This body is so weak and fragile. If feels like I’ll die at any moment. I can barely open my eyes, but it seems really dark… There are no stars in the sky? Where is this place?

No, I can’t die! I won’t die! I refuse to let you kill me! I’m General Beatrix Ares Day! And I will not let you kill me!

“Agh~! I can’t see~! What, no~!”

Ugh, she dropped me in the snow. No matter how hard I try to move, it’s no use… I can’t forget them, my mission… Who is like God?

Michael, where are you? What are you?

“Hohohoh~, it looks like I found something rather interesting~…”

A white fox? Those blue eyes… Inari? Why is she here too? Damn, I think I’m going to pass out.

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