Symphony for the Insect Princess

"Concubine..."

She squinted her eyes and covered her head, as if trying hard to recall, but finally shook her head.

Nothing comes to mind.

My mind is in a state of chaos.

The memory is vague.

but,

"Have I... done something bad again?"

A cowardly voice.

Trembling shoulders.

Hugging her shoulders, tears kept flowing down. Qimila looked so fragile now, as if she would break at the slightest touch.

"Ms. Qimila..."

Charlotte tried to speak, but—

“…Kill him?”

"Eh?"

"Killed him, didn't I? I... killed someone, didn't I? Every time, every time, whenever I encountered something extremely dangerous, or met a bad guy... when I lost consciousness and came back to my senses, all I saw was..."

"""..."""

The three of them looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Qiumila is so pitiful - or something like that, only Charlotte thought so.

As for Sedraon and Aisia—

(Dual personality? A split personality caused by being unable to withstand the execution magic that is too cruel for her? Or is there something else? Damn, he's kind of cool!) ← Sedraon

(It's a somewhat disturbing ability... but it has nothing to do with me. It's her own business, but I'll still show some concern for her.) ← Asia

"Although you must be very sad now, please rest assured that although you caused the deaths, those who died were not good people. Those members of the investigation team all have blood on their hands. They should not complain at any time."

"But--"

"Anyway, calm down first. Can you tell us more about yourself? A few days ago, during the tea party at the City Lord's Mansion, you said, 'The only four years between the age of twelve and now are what I can clearly recall,' right? What's going on here?"

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Although very reluctant, Qimila still told some things about herself.

Qimila Elonmed.

Born in a principality on the continent of Plain - the Principality of Fraso (probably).

The family I lived in before was a minor aristocratic family with some power, but only "some" (probably).

There are only me, my parents, and a few servants at home. Life is very simple (probably)

Parents are always gentle and doting on us - this is certain.

My memories before the age of twelve are fragmented and ambiguous. It seems that I have been losing consciousness from time to time since I was old enough to understand, and I can only recall some sporadic daily fragments.

This is also the reason why background, family, etc. are all "probably" speaking.

She began to truly realize the danger she faced around the age of ten. During those two years, she suffered severe memory loss, barely remembering anything. At twelve, her parents had already left her, leaving her alone in their vast home. Unable to bear the loneliness, she left home and encountered a villain who targeted children. When she regained consciousness, she was lying in an alley, surrounded by several twisted corpses.

Qimila seemed to be gradually calming down. The more she spoke, the calmer her tone became. Perhaps she had already become accustomed to the situation where "she would come to her senses and find herself surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

But as Charlotte listened, cold sweat gradually seeped out of her forehead.

She glanced at Cedroon and Aisia, who seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"My memory loss was particularly severe during my teenage years."

"When she was twelve, her parents had already left her"

Listen to her say this,

Plus, having witnessed her brutal side,

Everyone would think the same thing, right?

If Qimila's memory loss was caused by a rampage—let's call it a rampage—then her parents would have long ago...

"Well...it's not like I don't know what you're thinking...but you're overthinking it."

Qimila sighed weakly and reached her hand deep into her clothes.

"At that time, when I woke up again, I found that I couldn't find them. I was very scared, very, very scared, almost crazy. I was afraid... that I had really taken the life of... the most... important person... I really wanted to die at that time... but!"

She took out something like a small ID holder, inside which was a folded piece of paper, which she seemed to have always kept close to her.

"They were not killed by me. Instead, they left a letter and left on their own. The letter said that they were looking for a way to 'cure' me and went to—"

Qimila hesitated for a moment.

But under the curious gazes of the three people, he still told the truth.

"Border battlefield."

Chapter 92: One and a Third Stage (Part )

"Border Battlefield"

A place where 666 worlds meet.

There is an overly vast buffer zone between the upper and lower realms.

A place where the strongest people from every world, commonly known as the "Supreme Ones", compete.

When the three people heard this familiar term, their reactions were different.

Sedroon's eyes lit up and he looked eager to try.

Aisia blinked, seeming quite interested.

Charlotte frowned, as if she was thinking of something heavy.

"That is to say... Qimila, even if you can't control your power freely, even if you are afraid that you will continue to hurt others, the reason you want to travel out is..."

"--right!"

Qimila's eyes became firm.

"I'm going to the border battlefield to find them! No matter what difficulties we encounter, I will do my best to overcome them! Unless... unless there are some compelling reasons, I will never give up!"

There was a light of enlightenment burning in her eyes.

It's not a willingness to risk one's life just to find one's parents.

But for one's own purposes, one is not afraid to hurt others' awareness.

She cannot control her own strength, and once she goes berserk, she will start an indiscriminate massacre. Her act of joining the battle is itself a disrespect for life.

Many times, it is more difficult to hurt others than to hurt yourself.

For this girl who is very gentle in her normal state, what kind of determination does it take to make such an awakening?

"Hey, that's interesting. I'm a little interested in you."

Sezoang patted Qimila's shoulder with a chuckle, but almost knocked her down. Sezoang herself grimaced in pain. The arm that was broken by the violent Qimila had almost regenerated, but the wound left by the acupuncture still needed time to heal, but she didn't seem to care.

He is stingy in strange places and generous in strange places.

"Girl, do you want to join us? Even if it's only temporary, it's always better to act together~~~"

"Sedroon, your language sounds like a drunken uncle harassing a waitress..."

"It's up to you to take care of it!"

"Anyway, you wanted to keep her just for the thrill, right? I'm starting to understand your way of thinking. You're determined to do whatever's dangerous, just like a rebellious child."

"What the hell-"

"Alright, alright, stop it—since you're older, you should show some composure."

"Look, idiot widow, even the alchemist can't stand it."

"I'm talking about you, Miss Cedroon, and I don't call the alchemist Aisia."

"Ah—ah—I get it. I'm so annoyed—in short, should I accept her or not?"

"Um…………"

Charlotte pursed her lips and thought for a moment.

Then he nodded in agreement reluctantly.

"I should also change my personality that can't leave children alone..."

Now two people agree.

They all looked at Aisia, who shrugged and said, "There are only three of us, and two have already agreed. I can only vote in favor, right?"

Thus, the consensus was reached.

"Huhu, things are really getting more and more interesting!"

Sedroang was eager to try.

"I've been tangled up with these strange guys before I knew it... Is this fate?"

Charlotte smiled wryly.

“Actually, I still lack a sense of reality.”

Asia still seemed a little worried.

"Eh, eh? Is it okay? Can you really take me along? Uh, uh, uh, thank you! Oh, no, a princess of Endless Dark Chaos doesn't say thank you—no, that's not right—uh, anyway, thank you!"

Qiumila was flattered.

The four-member action team of Saixia Aiqiu is (temporarily) established!

"Alright, without further ado! Let's discuss our next steps. Actually, I have some ideas about the great secret treasure—"

"Ah, wait a minute!"

Sedroang was interrupted by Qimila just as she was about to speak. She glared at her in dissatisfaction, and Qimila shrank back awkwardly.

"Actually, I have a request... Could you give me some time?"

"Time is the most precious thing," said Charlotte.

"It will be soon! At least... actually... actually, I have a friend named Clara! Miss Asia, do you remember her? We even had a tea party together!"

"Ah, I have an impression of her. She's an easygoing child... Wait, could it be her?" Asia widened her eyes slightly.

"By...that person..." Qimila's face was instantly distorted by sadness. "Anyway, I—no, 'I' hope you can at least give me some time before taking action, to find her body and bury it properly!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried her best to keep them open to prevent them from falling. Watching her friend die was a huge blow, but Qimila completely endured the blow and quickly adjusted her mentality. Her mind was much tougher than she looked.

But this time, the other three women all looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry... but... unfortunately, her body may never be found." Charlotte looked away.

"Huh? Why?"

"You're asking why... Did you really not notice or were you pretending not to notice? Take a good look around you!" Sai Zhuoang said impatiently.

“……………???”

"After you collapsed from your violent outburst, we took you away from the original location and moved you here to recuperate... As for the reason, you can see for yourself."

Since waking up, Qimila has been focusing all her attention on them and has not paid any attention to her surroundings at all.

Now look again -

It seems that this is not the ground, but the roof.

The surrounding scenery was slightly distorted, and a very thin halo enveloped the roof, which was obviously a simple barrier.

If you cross the barrier and look downstairs—

“——Huh, huh, huh, huh!?”

The view downstairs is quite spectacular.