The Mask Of A Siren 18 Live Well, What Does That Mean?

She didn't understand.

No, the truth was she couldn't understand. She always been a creature in constant pain and without a feeling heart.

Now, it doesn't matter anymore. Since that soul was gone completely out of the body, she relaxed.

Still, She couldn't help but sneer.

Shouldn't the human take revenge? Shouldn't she be mad that an evil killer like a siren was able to get a second chance with her body while she, a pure human wasn't able to live long under her own father's scheming? What I hope you live well? Who could live past a day in this manor?

Weak! That human's way of thinking was so weak!

She shouldn't have just given up her body to her, a bloodthirsty siren!

Hongyue slammed her hand on the table. A burst of blue poured out from her palm and surrounded the table which forced it to break into pieces. Her hand was covered in cuts from the shattered wood, a trail of blood slid down her fingers.

Why? Why worry about me when you're already so far gone yourself.

Hongyue's eyes widened. She hesitated before placing her hand over her heart. She always felt that spot in the past, exploring the heartbeat. While it beat non-stop, she never felt any other emotions other than distrust and disgust.

Concern.

Had she been worried about a mere human? Concerned about the vile creatures that always harmed her? No! These emotions were a sign of weakness. She reached for a chair nearby before smashing it apart, venting out her mind. Hongyue huffed in frustration. She didn't need all these emotions.

"I'll be the only one hurt in the end."

Hongyue slowly regained her thoughts. She let out a sigh. In the end, that human had dispersed her soul so Hongyue wouldn't have any more trouble fully controlling the body she left behind. That proved she was telling the truth, a truth even Hongyue couldn't lie to herself about even if she wanted to.

"Fine! I'll live well for you!"

Hongyue whirled her fingers in a curve and the air around her condensed about her body. She vanished from the room to a tree branch far from her place. She sat quietly and studied the servants around her, eavesdropping on their conversations.

There seemed to be different grades of power. The highest would be the 15th grade. The higher the grade you became, the more powerful you were. The way they used their power was different from her style. The users were called wizards and witches who cast spells but in truth, what they were doing was merely asking for blessings from the elements around them. For example, Concubine Mei, as a nature connector, it just means she needs to chant a blessing and the plants around her give her the power to use. In short, this means they are borrowing power. This means the power they used needs to be around them, and the element have to consent in order for the spell to form.

Hongyue smiled. Her power from her world was different. Her ability came directly from an ancient G.o.d bloodline and within her. This would give her a great advantage.

She tilted her head, listening earnestly.

There were five different users. Nature. Light. Air. Earth. Darkness.

Water and fire wasn't an element a magic user could connect to since they seem to have a will of their own and the two components weren't always around.

Hongyue smirked.

That's where they are wrong. Water is everywhere. In their bodies, blood, and even in the air. However, fire was a different challenge. Even she didn't know who could control it. As she waited, she heard the events that went on when she was unconscious. She counted her fingers lazily as she recounted the conversations.

1. The Concubine did go crazy, but she didn't die. Someone had saved her.

2. The General thought she died, so there were no servants around her section of the manor. He also didn't call for a doctor, meaning he was very confident in the poison he gave her.

3. The General is in a tight spot, and he's currently pressured by the Emperor for an important token.

4. Minster Rui and the General are now enemies with each other.

5. She was currently hungry.

Hongyue frowned, eyeing a chicken leg that sat on a fancy platter surrounded with chunks of meat a servant carried below her. Her stomach growled aggressively. She really wanted to steal it. Hongyue shook her head. She really couldn't think clearly with her hunger.

The words echoed in her head.

"If I'm hungry, then I'm not living well."

Hongyue raised her right hand, about to kill the servant when she frowned. Why was she hesitating so much today? She slowly lowered her hand. She leaped down from the tree, kicking the side of the tree propelling her body. As she swirled in the air, her robes floated about beautifully. She landed elegantly in front of him.

The servant holding the plate widened his eyes in amazement.

A G.o.ddess.

He stood in shock.

Hongyue was indeed a natural beauty. Pale skin, ruby lips, and coal black hair. Her eyes narrowed before she s.n.a.t.c.hed the plate away and used a nearby stone garden decoration to jump over the manor wall toward her section.

The servant was still in shock. What just happened? Did a beauty come out of nothing just to steal food? What kind of G.o.ddess was she, taking food like that? He shook when he realized what happened.

He was doomed, that plate belonged to Third Miss, Lan'er.

What was he going to say? That beauty came out of the sky, so he thought she was a G.o.ddess and allowed her to steal away the food.

He fainted.