Only regret could come to Lascrea's mind as she watched the magic portal of the two worlds close and disappear without a trace. Lascrea realized and tried to be strong, maybe it was a fateful path for the two of them which was not met because of pure love.
Lascrea at that time, who was still in the arms of Moore-friends slowly released herself and approached the former portal that had been destroyed with one hand raised as if to wipe the shadow of the portal.
Now that's on her mind, is that guy okay?
Is he okay with such deep wounds?
Will they meet again?
Then Lascrea smiled crookedly as she lowered her gaze and chuckled.
Moore, who was right behind Lascrea at that time, was very worried about the behavior of the friend he loved. True, Moore had deep feelings for Lascrea for a long time.
Moore slowly approached Lascrea who was still pensive, suddenly Lascrea turned as if remembering something very important and immediately blocked Moore's steps where he would approach Lascrea at that time.
"Moore, how did you know that I was there? Do you also have spiritual powers or could it be that you are also of a nation like Allail?" asked Lascrea with a curious expression that brought her face closer to Moore's.
Moore, who had feelings for Lascrea, suddenly blushed and turned his gaze away from Lascrea. "I-I, that, I, so-and-so." Moore is confused about how to explain how he can find Lascrea who was brought to hell.
"What? How? Why are you bothered like that?" asked Lascrea again.
"I-I'm fine, anyway I'll take care of you so you don't be taken advantage of by that greedy Demon King," replied Moore, this time he had a very serious face when discussing Allail's crimes in front of Lascrea.
"Why do you say that? I-yes I admit, he is indeed a cruel King but, he never harmed me, Moore. Now even I am a Queen-"
"Empress?" cut in Moore with a condescending smile. "Don't get me wrong you Lascrea, he is a very cruel Demon King, he has killed all the inhabitants of the forest of light inhabited by the fairies. He never hesitates in achieving his desired goal. Once you fall into his trap, you will be killed until there is nothing left, Lascrea. You must understand that I am very worried for your safety!" Moore also tries to make Lascrea believe and not take sides with Allail anymore.
Lascrea at that time was very confused, whether she should trust Moore who had been her best friend for a long time, or the Demon King who had become her husband. He could only look down and Moore immediately hugged her, trying to calm her down.
"Now everything is fine Lascrea, I'm here, now you can still be the ballerina that is loved by everyone," said Moore while rubbing Lascrea's back with his arms, Lascrea was resigned and just nodded then closed her eyes, she didn't want to think about it anymore, she tried to run away from reality because her heart, which was already attached to Allail, couldn't find a bright spot.
***
One year later...
"We call the representative ballerina from Russia, Lascrea Amone!"
Prok, prok, prok!
The sound of applause was heard echoing through the stadium for a national ballerina match when the name of the ballerina, Lascrea Amone was called by the host to perform her dance.
The woman who at that time had entered the age of 21 years, slowly repaired and checked all the attributes she was wearing, from her shoes, clothes, and bracelets.
Slowly Lascrea faced in front of the mirror while looking at her reflection. "Lascrea, cheer up! You can do it!" said Lascrea while stroking her face in the mirror then she was picked up by her coach and brought into the stadium.
***
"Yes, a beautiful and charming ballerina in a sparkling black pearl dress is very suitable for the theme she has chosen this time. Love and lies, that is the theme carried by the girl who is now 21 years old, we will see now that she has taken steps to start the show. Yes, this is Lascrea Amone!"
The voice of the Host of the race was endless in Lascrea's ears, a song she composed a year after she separated from Allail, a song that drains her emotions every time she dances it, a song that reflects a false love story, short but beautiful wrapped in lies and betrayal.
***
"Yes this beautiful lady has taken the plunge then she starts to gracefully snap her fingers, she turns then runs and grabs something intangible, what a beautiful appearance this time."
Lascrea took into account all the movements that came out of her body language, now her breath was panting but the song that was playing at that time had not yet reached halfway.
"Oh my god, this feeling is coming back." Lascrea bit her lower lip tightly while continuously trying to perform a perfect dance in front of the judges but she didn't seem to be in that place even though her body was visible.
"Yes, this is the first jump from last year's gold-medal holder beautiful ballerina!"
Lascrea arrived at her first jump, but she slipped.
"Oww, it's a shame, the pigeon-like jump wasn't perfect for this talented young blood, it's okay, she still has plenty of time," said Host, continuing to explain the incident at that time.
"Huh, huh, huh." Lascrea tried to regulate her breathing which gradually felt heavier. "A little bit more." Lascrea put on a fake smile for the audience to make everyone think that she was fine.
Suddenly Lascrea caught the image of Allail in the audience seat which suddenly made her mind go blank and he couldn't think of anything.
"Huh, Al-huh, Llail?" Lascrea muttered breathlessly.
"Well, we have come to the last segment of Lascrea Amone's performance, let's look forward to what perfection will surprise us all this year," said the Host with a smile.
Lascrea's focus on the audience seat was broken when she realized that she had arrived at the last segment of her performance.
"What?" Lascrea also turned to look at the time of her performance, it was true, there were only a few minutes left until she had to end her performance. "What should I do?" asked Lascrea confusedly, her sweat was dripping down her body which was wrapped in the tight cloth.
Lascrea also turned her gaze again at the audience seats to look for the figure who was similar to the King of the thief of his heart.
"Where, Allail? Huh, huh." Lascrea couldn't find the man again, she started crying out of breath in panic, she couldn't continue her show anymore.
"Sob, sob, evil! Evil, devil! If you are here, why don't you come out! Cruel! Am I still your consort? Hic, sob."