Chapter 72: Conflicting Feelings
Morning arrived quietly.
Soft sunlight slipped through the window as Seraphine stirred awake. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes before dressing herself for school. A small yawn escaped her lips as she tied her hair, loose strands slipping through her fingers. Once she was done, she took a deep breath and stepped out of her room.
She headed toward the dinner table.
"Good morning, Mom."
"Good morning," her mother replied gently. She placed a half-fried egg and a piece of toasted bread in front of her, faint steam rising from it.
Seraphine sat down and began eating.
After a moment, her mother pulled out a chair and sat beside her.
"So… what do you think about your future?"
Seraphine paused, staring at her plate.
"I want to be a make-up artist."
Her mother sighed, fingers tightening slightly.
"Listen… you have potential as a hunter. God gave you that power so you can save people."
Seraphine's expression darkened. Her voice softened, almost trembling.
"Yeah… but I'd die. And you'd be sad. My friends would cry too. I want you all to just be happy."
Her mother looked at her, eyes heavy with emotion.
"You won't die with the talent you have," she said firmly. "You're strong. I'm sure of it."
Seraphine slowly raised her eyes.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She nodded and continued eating.
But deep down… I don't want to be a hunter.
I don't want glory. Or battles. Or blood.
I just want to live.
To grow up peacefully.
To become a normal woman—
living the kind of life everyone else does.