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"Oh, and I assume you’d love the ruckus that would happen afterwards," Kayle hisses. "When the League falls down, the rules that holds everyone back will be removed, and we will be way worse than before."

The angel is not really sure if she is actually making a valid argument to her daughter, but then again, she was quite sure that the half-Darkin was too young to contradict her. 

"I suppose you’d like that, though; it’s expected of you! You and your father should just go somewhere else and stop bothering me.

Instead of picking the child up, Kayle just stares at the baby angel as it raises its arms, way below its cradle, as if attempting to climb out. The infant, oblivious to the world, smiles at the Judicator. Kayle was not sure whether to smile back or leave, but she ended up complying and smiles to the young infant.

A child. Something Kayle hated. The feeling of…. something… growing inside her belly, the sickening feeling of nausea once in a while, the weight she cannot bear with.

And this was the result. An infant, someone who is much more of a angel that she was. She said that she wanted none of children, but then… it is the life of the married. It is the fate of all women, to bear such pain and suffer to make life. Kayle hated that role, and she wanted none of the disgusting feeling.

Was it worth all the pain?

After all, it was a new chapter of her life. Hundreds and thousands of years has she faced the world, with no one by her side. But was it actually the time where she looks to herself for once, to give herself the happiness she deserved?

Kayle thought she was already long ago.

Not until this.

She picks up the infant, and the baby angel’s smile grows wider, excited to be closer to her mother. Was it like this when she was born? Was it like this when everyone was born? Kayle smiles, and waves her finger to the infant, and in turn, the young angel grabs on it with her tiny fingers.

It felt… new. It feels like a new chance. A chance to give someone a proper life, to be able to be someone that she isn’t. Kayle can already imagine her daughter as she grows up, clad in dresses and laces, yet can still fight. Someone one who is sensible and kind. Someone who is open and just.

Someone like Kayle, yet also someone else. 

The thoughts made Kayle shed a tear, and she brings her face close to the infant, giving her a kiss in the forehead.

As Kayle cradled the young angel in her arms, her face was devoid of emotion as her daughter cries and squirms with the pain. The young angel was someone she hated — after all, she the reason why her life is in shambles and why everyone lost respect to her — and therefore, Kayle was not sure whether she should be happy or not with what was happening.

The young angel was a sweet little fellow, a girl as fresh as mountain dew. She was kind, loving, and just, like Kayle. She always wears a sweet smile, even though she was aware that Kayle dislikes her greatly.

That was the thing. She was so kind, even though she was hated. Her daughter was more of an angel than she was.

And seeing her sweet smile scarred by the face of pain and stains of blood, Kayle was not sure if she have actually wished for this. Her hands tried desperately to staunch the blood flow, but the act was too late — the blood was too much. Her daughter screamed and cried, and it was a painful tune of the dying.

Kayle was able to retain her expression despite it all — no, the last thing she wished was for some to see how weak she was underneath all that metal. She looked calm but inside, her mind was jumbled and her heart racing, and her lungs seemed to be filled with sand as she tried desperately to breathe.

Later on, the cries stopped, leaving Kayle with the beautiful yet lifeless body of her daughter. The racing mind of Kayle halted to a stop, her heart skipped a beat, and all the life in her drained, as if she was the one whose life was lost. Kayle buries her face on her daughter’s chest, and only then did she cried.

It was too late for “I love you”. It was too late for “I wish I did not hate you” It was way too late for “Thank you for being here.”

She mutters the words she wishes she have said, even though she knows her daughter won’t hear them.

The angel glares at her, as if containing all the hate she can muster with her look. She does not hide her disgust to the half-Darkin as she speaks.

"Oh, really? Let’s go to her bakery.

"… WHAT!?

Kayle steps on the caterpillar before any more words are said, the goo sticking under her boot. She wipes the dirt on the grass, and leads the little child in the house.