Chapter 228: Back To The Black Market [2]

Chapter 228: Back To The Black Market [2]



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Amelia's reflection didn't just shock her but if anyone saw that the most beautiful person of the Academy had been reduced to such a state, they would wonder what could cause such a thing.

Because not only was Amelia impassive and uncaring about most things, but she was a person for whom taking care of herself was among the top priorities.

But now?

She seemed to be merely a shadow of her previous self.

Baggy and tired eyes, marks on her skin from the table and books-on which she often ended up falling asleep for a mere moment-, messy hair on some sides...

To think that all of this had resulted in just 3 days.

3 days that had changed the complete course of her life from A to Z.

It was evident that she had not slept in a long time if one saw those bags.

But somehow, she had managed to flawlessly hide it through her makeup and a little manipulation of blood.

The past 3 days...

They had been hectic if she had to say the least.

To attending just a normal battle royale, to end up being attacked by a group of people where she continuously fought to maintain order among the civilians and also protect them with Katherine.

Then only to learn later of the thousand deaths in the academy all because of a small group of people.

Then later coming face to face with the news that it was actually her father who did this...

Arthur Milize, her precious father, ended up going to jail with Athena disappearing to the capital to fight for his release.

Then worrying about Amon, who might have the only lead about her father to end up finding that he disappeared as well...

Amelia had been hit with a roller coaster of emotions and events in just 3 days.

There was no doubt in Amelia's mind that Amon was fine, unlike some people who believed him to be dead after being found to be in the same building as Arthur.

He couldn't die. Especially when her father was with him.

Even besides that, she believed him not to be dead.

It was obvious to her that Arthur had been framed, and Amon knew about it as well.

That was how Amelia had come to know her in the time spent with him.

And it was also why...

Standing up from her chair, Amelia walked over to the arched window, staring out in the

endless flood of lights in the distance.

It was a breathtaking view.

But also lonely.

Was this how her father had always seen it?

Being on top of the whole world, wielding absolute power over others...

It would naturally end up being lonely, no?

Raising her arm, her gloved fingers tapped against the cold window pane.

'I want to help him.'

This was also why Amelia wished to help Amon.

She wanted to meet him again.

Because, the world was there for the victims of the event but...

Who was there for the 18 year old boy out there alone in the cold?

Who was there for him in these times?

And even though it might be his decision himself to distance himself from others...

Amelia wanted him to realize that there were others for him to rely on.

She wanted to help him through all this not by seeing him as the disciple of her father but..

As a personal close friend of her.

One that she valued a lot.

As these thoughts ran through her mind, the door of her office suddenly opened.

And a figure steered in, making her eyes widen.