246 Chaper 19: You... Stupid Man!

Vincent's body began to stir; he could hear the gentle chattering of three different women, the slight tapping of a cooking board and the scent of a nostalgic stew that his mother would cook whenever he was feeling down or upset.

'Is that mother? When did I fall asleep, and this bed... it smells like Milla...' 

Somehow it felt like he was back home; his cheeky sister would change their quilts so they would smell each other's scents or whatever she justified it as.

'Let's get up.'

Vincent heaved himself out of sleep. He felt exceptionally sore at that moment - perhaps even more so than during one of their duels in the past—perhaps it had something to do with that woman who appeared? 

However, the moment he felt the pain, a horrible memory surfaced; the black spear, its beautiful shimmer, began to dull as the metal shaft was crushed into pieces by that insane goddess from his early memories, the woman that created him, who was obsessed with him.