Transmigration Into The Beginning After The End

Chapter 17 - Lingering Thoughts

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey there readers. I apologize for the inconvenience of todays chapter, I had some things to do yesterday and I completely forgot. I know I said that you, the readers, were my priority but I was busy and I have no other excuses. With that in mind, I will say that I might need some time in the future to write the upcoming chapters. Though it is not because of my lack of dedication but rather because I have classes, and I only have three days of free time. Of course I could use that time to write chapters but like I had said before, I am busy with personal things. 

However, now that I have things out of the way, I could now write more chapter in a single day than before with how little things I have in my schedule. 

Sorry for the long note but I had to let you, the readers, know.

Sincerely; GentleLord.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

CHAPTER 17 - LINGERING THOUGHTS

Being my second time going through a portal, this sensation was unique and felt different than the one from two years ago. I don't think I will miss this sensation. I told myself before hitting the ground, a solid ground.

I groaned in disbelief. Sylvia was truly gone and there was nothing for me to do? Was that really what I wanted or was there even something for me to do there?

Cadell. A Scythe. The pinnacle of strength in Alacrya. The right hand of Agrona.

And I thought I could go against that? I was four years old, or five?. My mana core was already one higher than before and closer than ever towards the next stage but what difference would have that done?!. Against a monster who is three or four times stronger than a Lance, the strongest warriors in Dicathen!

Was that the best thing I could do?

But before I could wallow in sentimentality, dry sobs resounded from my left side. Art.

I stood up and walked towards my friend, or at least I thought we were in my mind. As I was already in front of my friend, his attention was somewhere else.

His blue eyes widened as he let out a voice of relief that was soon gone, "Sylvia! I'm here! Can you hear me..."

If I was correct he was hearing Sylvia's recording, she imbued it when she gave him the beast will.

Some time passed by, and I could tell that Arthur was not listening to anything I was talking about. His sole intention now was on Sylvia's message about going past the white core stage: Integration Stage.

Only a few people have ever achieved that stage, being the Lances—aside from Arthur and what remained of them—and the soul embodiment of the Legacy, Cecilia.

Yet I wonder if this time things will change for the better good. Or the worst...

I had been looking at the sky for the longest that I haven't seen or noticed when the boy with azure eyes was in front of me holding out a hand. The sad and bitter expression he had earlier had been replaced by resolution and somewhat of excitement, yet, that didn't mean that his feelings of guilt and sorrow were gone. They were instead veiled by his stronger feelings.

He decided to live a happy life, one that Sylvia would be happy to hear once they meet again.

"Are you done?" I simply asked, relying on his strength to get me up to my feet.

He took a while to answer. There was no definitive response from his heart but rather his mind, he thought it was the best for. "Yes..."

Lingering thoughts...