A course of burning pain stretched out and filled her entire body, making her be consumed by pain. She retched out like a madman, wanting to erase the uncomfortable feeling she was submerged in.
"Bear with it, my dear. Bear with it all... I don't care what you look like in the end, I don't care what you'll end up as. As long as my sister.. my beloved comes back to my side," Heine calmly said as he wiped the blood he used to draw on Estelle's forehead with a clean cloth.
Estelle couldn't see herself, but there was currently a very prominent mark embellished on top of her skin. It was unsettling.
It held a domineering aura to it, somehow. It was the motif of a crown that spread out like an elk's horns. From the crown's center, two lines were drawn on each side to resemble the crown's handle.
Around it were scriptures of a foreign language not known to man. It looked like scribbles, but it had an important meaning.
