C5 Don’t Kill Me, O Goddess!

A young woman with a bulging belly seemed to walk in the dark. The young mother-to-be looked worried but tried to calm herself while rubbing her belly a few times. She tried to observe her surroundings as if hoping for light that might appear from various directions. However, what she expected did not come true. “Where am I now? Why did I even come to a place like this?” she muttered, confused.

The wife of Tristian Varden Writh did not know where to go, so she only guessed and relied more on intuition when she wanted to make a decision. The cold air was feeling on the pregnant woman's skin, but Lavena tried her best to keep walking, although she was not sure which way to go.

It was so quiet there. In fact, there was no other sound other than her own footsteps. The longer she went on, the conditions there remained the same. There had been no significant changes, so the feelings of anxiety, fear, and confusion mixed into one in the heart.

“Goddess Asiles, what should I do? Why is it so dark in here? Please, help me," Lavena said, her lips quivering.

There was no sign yet of the presence of the goddess who the twenty-year-old woman had named. Lavena walked slowly while occasionally rubbing the stomach that looked bulging. The mother-to-be's heart beat faster because Lavena was feeling anxious about the situation she was going through. In fact, the fetus in the womb seemed to feel the same concern, so she kicked the woman's belly.

A woman, who had a height of one hundred and sixty-five centimeters, felt a glimmer of hope when she saw the light ahead; it was about a hundred meters from where she was standing. Wasting no time, Lavena headed straight for it, although she still had to walk slowly in order to reach the destination area.

Not until halfway, but the pregnant young woman began to feel thirsty, so her steps stopped for a while. Sweat started to wet the forehead of the owner of a pair of green eyes, so Lavena wiped it with the back of her hand.

“Ah, finally, there is a light-up ahead, too. Do not worry, honey; we will be there in a minute." Lavena raised herself while rubbing the stomach area. She walked again, though she already felt thirsty inside.

The journey was so hard for Lavena that it forced her to do so in order to reach her destination. Thirty minutes later, the woman who loved her husband and the unborn child almost reached the location, but the mother-to-be was unable to continue her steps, even her breath was panting, and sweat was dripping from the forehead of Tristian Varden Writh's life partner.

“I … need … water ….” The woman's breath hitched. The thirst was getting real, so she slowly sat down on the floor, even though there was light around her. However, Lavena had not yet reached the place that was the original destination because she was very tired.

"Lavena." A strange voice was heard, even saying her name, so that the owner of a pair of green eyes suddenly turned towards the source of the sound. It surprised her when she saw a female figure with three faces and three forms floating in the air so that, without realizing it, the lips of the mortal female opened slightly.

“A … a….” Lavena could not say any other words because she felt scared, especially when she saw the strange woman in front of her body carrying a spear, and its pointed tip pointed at the Goddess Asiles worshipper. The woman's face was also not clearly visible because the light that came from her body covered it.

Time seemed to run slower for the mortal female. Lavena wanted to cry but could not do it. In her mind, the twenty-year-old woman just wanted to wake up from sleep, but it could not be done because the danger was lurking in front of her eyes; even life could disappear in an instant because there was a foreign goddess who looked angry, even though she did not know what her fault is.

"Do not you dare kill the child in the womb, or I will torture you to death!" The voice echoed in the air, even though the goddess did not say such a sentence in a shout. Lavena, who heard this, was even more frightened because she remembered Madame Lizhard's advice regarding the results of the prediction about the fetus in her womb.

"I do not—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the Goddess, who looked angry, had already cut her off. “I warn you, Lavena Isolda Keira! Never crossed your mind to kill the baby in the stomach. She is my messenger and you must give birth to her safely! She is mine!”

The sharp tip of the spear was now aimed at the chest of the woman who was sitting on the floor. Lavena looked like she wanted to cry, but the tears did not come out, while the goddess looked at her with anger so that if she stuck the object into the female mortal, it was certain that the poor woman would die horribly and no one else would help.

“I … I did not …” She wanted to explain, but the overwhelming fear, coupled with the cold, furious gaze and the spear that could pierce her chest at any moment, had hindered Mrs. Tristian Varden Writh's plans. However, the intelligent woman did not want to give up, so she tried to find a reason in order to survive from there and woke up from sleep.

I am afraid ... what should I do now? Why even dream here? What did I do wrong? Goddess Asiles, help us! hope Lavena is inside her heart.

Suddenly, there was a terrible laugh from the goddess, who had three forms and three bodies. The sharp tip of the spear, which had now been affixed to the chest precisely in the middle, caused panic within Lavena, who, because of circumstances, could not escape as soon as possible escape from there.

“Asiles, you say? She is not here and will never enter dreamland because this is my territory!” said the foreign goddess. She seemed to hear the mortal female's heart, so Lavena became even more frightened because what the interlocutor said was true, because there was no help from Goddess Asiles, even though she had tried to call that name.

“Do not kill me, O Goddess. Please, have mercy on me.” Lavena dared to say that in order to save her soul and the fetus in the womb. The young mother-to-be's look remained terrified but she tried hard to stay calm, even though it did not work perfectly for her.

"Have mercy on you? Then what about my messenger on your womb? Do you have mercy on her after you heard Lizhard's prophecy?” The question from the goddess made the blonde curly-haired woman gasp. The memory of the incident, when she visited the fortune teller with her husband, returned to her mind so that it had succeeded in stifling Lavena's chest.

Suddenly, the goddess was about to pierce the target's chest with a sharp spear tip so that the sharp object could be stuck there, and it made the twenty-year-old woman spontaneously close her eyes and then scream loudly. She seemed not to want to witness such an event, and everything went dark.

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