NOVEL SIMPLE Purpose Of Life?
In the Anastasia Kingdom, the roles of the three division commanders and their groups were clear-cut but crucial to the kingdom's stability and power.
The First Division was the kingdom's shield, sworn to protect the royal family and their invaluable treasures. Their dedication was unmatched, as their primary duty was ensuring the safety and well-being of the monarch and those closest to the throne. They were the silent guardians, always present yet never seen, their loyalty to the crown unquestionable.
The Second Division held the weighty responsibility of governing the kingdom's laws and maintaining order. They were the architects of justice, the ones who shaped the very rules by which the kingdom lived. As the main rulers of the police force and guards, they held immense power, ensuring that the streets of Anastasia remained safe and that its people were protected. Their authority was unparalleled, giving them the final say in all matters of law enforcement and public safety.
The Third Division that cast the darkest shadow. This group was unlike any other, for it was made up entirely of notorious criminals—individuals whose crimes were so heinous that ordinary people could barely comprehend them. These were men and women who had been destined for execution, their fates sealed by the terrible deeds they had committed. Yet, before the final sentence could be carried out, a new idea emerged among the kingdom's highest authorities. Despite their wickedness, these criminals possessed extraordinary talents and powers, abilities that could not be easily found or replicated. No one wanted to squander such potential.
And so, the Third Division was born—a collection of the most dangerous individuals from both the Anastasia Kingdom and beyond. Their mission was one of grim necessity: to eliminate monsters and demons that threatened the kingdom, and to carry out the darkest tasks that others would not dare to do. They were the kingdom's dirty secret, employed for torture, kidnapping, terrorism, and all manner of evil deeds that needed to be hidden from the public eye. But such criminals could not be easily controlled. Many commanders tried and failed to lead them, with strict discipline and harsh measures proving ineffective. It seemed impossible to tame such a group, and after more than fifteen failed attempts, despair began to set in.
Then, when hope was nearly lost, they found her—the one who could finally command these monsters in human form. She was not some hulking warrior, a wise old man, or a legendary beast like a dragon or phoenix. No, she was something entirely unexpected: a nineteen-year-old girl, just on the brink of turning twenty. She was the sure hit queen Lortell Mariette, the daughter of the arch-duke.
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A figure cloaked in darkness emerged, her presence as intoxicating as it was terrifying. Long, silvery hair cascaded over her shoulders, glowing with an ethereal light that contrasted starkly against the black, intricately designed lace veil she wore. Her eyes, twin pools of crimson fire, radiated an unsettling yet mesmerizing intensity, drawing in those who dared to meet her gaze. The delicate porcelain of her skin only served to enhance the sharpness of her features, framing a face that was both hauntingly beautiful and fiercely regal.
Her attire was a masterpiece of gothic elegance—an ensemble of raven-black adorned with blood-red accents that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. The bodice, tightly fitted and laced with crimson threads, accentuated her flawless figure, while the intricate patterns of her dress, woven with blood magic, hinted at untold power. From her neck to her waist, the dark fabric was studded with glowing red jewels, like embers from a dying fire, each one a testament to her dominance and allure.
As she moved, the long, flowing sleeves of her garment swayed like shadows, their edges embroidered with symbols of ancient power. A single, Red coloured glowing badass long sword was strapped to her side, its hilt encrusted with the same red jewels, signaling her readiness for both battle and bloodshed. Everything about her—from her ominous attire to her mesmerizing eyes—spoke of a beauty that was as deadly as it was captivating, a dark angel whose very presence could bring kingdoms to their knees. She was none other than Lortell Mariette.
Lortell Mariette stood in the middle of a vast battlefield, a large field that stretched endlessly under the sky. From the southern side, an ominous sight unfolded as waves of monsters began to emerge, their twisted forms charging forward with a ferocity that could shake the bravest of souls. But this was not a job for the faint-hearted—it was a task given to the Third Division, a group feared by all, a group led by Lortell herself.
The field had turned into a gruesome landscape, a land of death and decay. Countless monsters and demons lay strewn across the ground, their bodies lifeless and broken. The air was thick with the stench of blood, a mixture of colors that painted the earth—a deep red from some, a sickly green from others, and even a strange purple that oozed from the more unnatural creatures. It was a macabre scene, yet Lortell walked among the corpses with an air of indifference, her expression as cold and unfeeling as the dead around her.
With each step, her boots crunched over bones and squelched through pools of blood, but she paid no mind to the horror beneath her feet. After a few steps, she stopped and, without a second thought, drove her long red sword into the ground. The blade, stained with the blood of countless enemies, stood firm in the earth as she lifted her gaze to the sky above, her face expressionless.
"Verdes, how many monster waves remain?" Her voice was calm, almost detached, as if she were speaking to herself. But she wasn't alone. Scattered around her were members of the Third Division, each as dangerous and unpredictable as the next.
One of them, a man with unruly green hair and matching eyes, lay atop a pile of monster corpses as if they were nothing more than a bed. His face bore a mischievous grin, a blend of arrogance and charm that made him seem like a troublemaker who thrived in chaos. He casually chewed on a piece of meat, his attitude completely at odds with the carnage around him.
"Dunno," he replied with a lazy shrug, not bothering to lift his head from his grisly bed. "Just kill them till they stop appearing. Who cares how many there are, anyway?" He chuckled at his own joke, the sound of his laughter echoing eerily across the battlefield.
"Don't listen to him, Lady Mariette," a concerned voice called out, cutting through the battlefield's eerie silence. It was a woman, dressed in a nun's costume, but there was something strikingly different about her. She wore a black blindfold that completely covered her eyes, and her skin was as white as a ghost's. Despite her religious garb, an unsettling dark aura radiated from her, as if she was cloaked in shadows.
Her name was Meldia, known far and wide as the Dark Nun. An A-rank awakened, she was one of the most feared criminals in the kingdom. Even the bravest of warriors would tremble at the mere sight of her. But here, in the midst of the Third Division, she was almost like a caretaker, watching over Lortell with a mix of concern and respect.
"You've been fighting for three days straight without any sleep," Meldia continued, her voice filled with worry. "I think you should get some rest before the next wave comes."
Lortell didn't respond immediately. Her gaze remained fixed on the sky, lost in her own thoughts. The seconds ticked by in silence, the air heavy with anticipation. Finally, she spoke, her voice calm but resolute. "No, I can't stop. If we continue at this pace, it will take at least three to four months to finish this."
She placed one hand over her chest, her fingers curling into a tight fist as if she were holding onto something deep within her. "I've waited nine whole years, and it's about to become ten. Everyone knows me for my strength, but even I have my limits. I can't afford to wait another three or four months. I'll end this in less than two months, and if possible, in just one."
Her words were filled with determination, a burning passion that seemed to light up her usually cold eyes. This was not just a battle for her—it was something far more personal, something she was willing to push herself to the brink for.
Verdes, still lounging on his pile of monster corpses, chuckled at her intensity. "Hehehe... Did our little vampire kiddo find a boyfriend?" he teased, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.
But before he could say more, Meldia cut him off sharply. "Shh... Don't call her a vampire out here in the open. Who knows who might hear you!"
Verdes rolled his eyes, clearly unbothered by her warning. "What can they do anyway? Protest against the kingdom? We know too many of the kingdom's secrets. Even if the public demands something, the kingdom can't do a thing to our vampire kiddo. Am I right?" He turned to Lortell, waiting for her response, a smirk still playing on his lips.
Lortell stood silently, her gaze fixed on the vast, open sky above her. The field around her was eerily quiet, filled with the lifeless bodies of fallen monsters and demons, but her thoughts were somewhere else entirely. For a brief moment, she seemed lost in her own world, contemplating something far deeper than the battle they had just fought.
Without turning her head, she suddenly spoke, her voice soft and thoughtful, "Verdes, what is your purpose in life?"
Verdes, lounging on a pile of monster corpses as if they were nothing more than cushions, blinked in surprise. The question was unexpected, coming out of nowhere. For a second, he was caught off guard, but then a mischievous smirk spread across his face. "Purpose of life, huh? Never really thought about it, but since you're asking, I guess… I'd like to have a lot of money, buy a big mansion, marry three or four maidens, and have a bunch of kids. Hahaha!" His laughter echoed across the field, carefree and full of life.
Lortell's expression remained unchanged, but she nodded slightly. "Not bad... Not bad at all," she said, her tone carrying a hint of approval.
Curiosity piqued, Verdes tilted his head, his green eyes narrowing slightly. "But why ask?
He paused, and then, in a more casual tone, added, "Now that you've asked about mine, what about you? What's your purpose in life? You've got money, power, status—pretty much everything anyone could want. Is there still something you're looking for?"
Lortell exhaled deeply, her eyes still searching the sky as if looking for something only she could see. "My purpose in life…," she began, her voice growing softer, almost as if she was speaking to herself. "I already found it… more than nine years ago."
Her words trailed off, filled with a deep, unspoken emotion. As she spoke, memories from her past began to surface, moments she had buried deep within her heart. The first time she had fallen in love, the overwhelming feelings that had driven her to become the person she was today—it all came rushing back.
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Yo! I have three version's of Lortell, all three of them have same appearance as I describe, so please tell me, Who is the most perfect one.?
Verson no. 1
This is the primary version and also this was the costume she is wearing currently, that i described in my chapter.
Second version is :-
And the third is :-
