CHARLOTTE: The Injured White Peacock
Missionary

Without a doubt, Varl ran in another direction. While Kuro the dark horse is getting darting towards its true destination.

In his escape, Varl smiled in satisfaction. He can finally be free. “Ah, quickly get out of here and let me finish my mission! I don't need you anymore! I have my own mission and my own way,” Inner Varl feels proud.

The curly-haired man continued to take long strides, breaking through obstacles in order to realize the mission. His heart was certain, this was the golden opportunity he had long been waiting for. Varl no longer cares about everything that stands in his way, he will finish it quickly.

Varl's breath was puffed. Sweat is flooding. He no longer cares about Kuro taking his friends to the portal, because Varl has put his trust in the dark horse.

“I have to finish my mission immediately! I don't want them to know!” Varl is still running. Sometimes he turned to the corner of the palace that would have accelerated his goal.

The night felt very long. This is his chance to stay where he should be. Varl won't give up!

He ran into the palace, sometimes he settles even sometimes hiding when he was about to cross paths with the palace servants. Varl's heart was beating so fast. Only this time that he had become a wanderer, now he had to act like a petty thief.

In time, he almost hit one of Charlotte's ladies who had just walked out of a room. Two ladies came out talking.

“The more days, the Queen has no expression. I'm so sad to see it.”

“True. Ever since I was born and apparently I have had the Blessing of the palace ladies, I have never seen the Queen cry or laugh. Even though he was anxious, his face was flat.”

Varl continued to listen to the two maids. He followed, sometimes hiding when the ladies turned their heads because they felt someone was following.

“Actually, what makes the Queen like this, huh?” ask one of the ladies whose hair is blond and long.

“Do not know. I heard, in the past someone has betrayed him so this palace floated until now.”

“How long has the Queen lived?”

“Entah, it may have been more than a hundred years.”

Both of Varl's eyes widened upon hearing this. He's getting curious about Charlotte because there's something that feels weird.

Is that true what the ladies said?

However, Varl could not hear much new news anymore because at this time the two maids entered a special room of maids. Varl also grimaced. He gritted his teeth. Piqued.

Instead of staying glued, he chooses to find the answer himself and complete the mission that has been delayed because he has to pretend to join Ellena and other stupid friends.

“Where exactly is the source of the chaos?!” varl's pissed off in his heart. His hand reached for the magic bag. He took out a specula shaped like a pair of glasses with a clear lens that already contained tracking magic. The specula is also commonly referred to as the Magical Tracer, which is a search for traces of any magic.

Varl. Suddenly he saw a black magic aura that led to a place. Of course a smirk of satisfaction appeared at the corner of his lips. Varl's heart blooms like a flower garden.

It succeeded!

Yeah, just one more step.

“I will get you soon and shortly after that I will destroy you! Your arrogance is enough up here, I will eliminate you!” inner Varl said confidently without the slightest hesitation. He won't lose!

Slowly, Varl follows where the magic trail leads. Sometimes he ran, sometimes even settles, even Varl hid when there were royal people who accidentally met him.

However, he had long followed the magic trail with Specula but he never found anything he had been after.

Is Varl just gonna give up?

“No, I can't despair! I'm sure I'll find him soon!” Varl the wanderer who has passed many obstacles in the wild this time trying to toughen up as well. He is ready to face all obstacles.

The longer it followed, the more the traces of black magic stifled his chest. Thirst, anger, hate, and all sorts of negativity made Varl have trouble breathing. The traces of magic seemed to be slowly attacking Varl.

It felt like Varl was sick of seeing the negative energy that was increasingly trying to envelop him.

“I have to close my nose!” Varl raised his arm and placed it over his nose so that the remaining magic energy did not destroy him.

Varl continued walking down the palace by following the rest of the black magic. Every now and then he heard a faint sound of laughter, there were also cries, and the most stifling of the chest was the cry for help from some voices.

Horrified.

The feathers of Varl immediately bristled. He felt a stain in his heart. For a moment, he closed his ears, but the sounds that interfered with his hearing were very disturbing! He hates, but he must remain strong in order to achieve the mission that he has been arranging his revenge perfectly.

As much as Varl's power to resist the negative energy that increasingly took over his body.

“Argh!” Suddenly Varl roared. He was greatly tormented by this extremely powerful black magic energy.

The man's body trembled, sweat soaked the body, the mind also grew chaotic.

“Stop! Please stop!” Varl keeps raving. While the voices echoed in his ears. Stuffy. Her chest even kembis not careless. Heart's pounding great.

For a moment, Varl crouched down. He again saw the rest of the magic that still leads to a place that he does not know where. Varl tried to regulate his irregular breathing. Stuffy. Once again, Varl felt himself on the verge of breaking down.

Will it end here?

Suddenly, a voice called out to him although sometimes muffled with strange sounds from the traces of black magic.

“Varl! Varls! Open your eyes!” the voice that kept calling him. At this time, Varl was unable to move his legs, he seemed to be held back by a terrible black magic.

“Varl!”

In an instant, Varl snorted.

“No, I have to get up immediately and get everything done for her sake!” Varl is trying to fight the destiny that holds him back. He was determined with confidence in the promise he had made to someone.

Although his body was suddenly heavy, Varl continued to go against the current. He still forced his body to break through the barrier that made him weak. Even if it's hard, Varl will keep trying!

“Keep walking!” Varl increasingly forced himself, as well as those traces of tormented black magic energy. The negative energy grew as if holding Varl back.

Varl keeps fighting. He was sure he would arrive!

But apparently not so. The traces of magic energy left Varl lost. Everything suddenly appeared dark and Varl could see nothing but the black aura that was attached to his surroundings.

“I can't lose!” Varl's getting up against it. He was trying to get past that negative aura. However, his actions led him to such a beautiful place!

Accidentally, Varl walks into a room. He thought he was free from the magic by hiding in a room he did not realize he found.

Ah, it's true. At this moment he did not see that aura from inside this room. However, Varl was surprised not to play. The atmosphere that reconciled was too real for her!

Several white peacock feathers splattered everywhere. There were water droplets echoing in the room. Silent and peaceful. Varl likes. Not only that, the fragrant smell of the flowers greeted his nose.

Fragrant.

And also.amazing.

However, “C-Charlotte?!”

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