Milith

Rosalind looked at the bustling capital of Aster.

When was the last time she had visited this place?

In the past, she seldom visited this place without Jeames. She missed a lot of things that she liked as she only wanted to cater to Jeames's wants and needs. She sighed.

Was she going to keep on blaming Jeames and Dorothy for everything that she had experienced in the past? People who only cared about themselves and were willing to do whatever it took to get what they wanted were everywhere. These people would not hesitate to hurt others to get what they want.

This was a bitter pill to swallow.

Yet Rosalind knew that she was partly to blame for everything that happened in her past life. She had been so naive, so trusting, always assuming that people had the best intentions.

It took her years to realize that this world was a cruel and a very brutal place. It took her years to see it.