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Emilin died a tragically sad death in her first life, if you could call it a life at all.

No friends, no family, no ambition, no desire, no emotions.

NOTHING. BUT this time, she was determined to live her life to the FULLEST!

Emilin: [Who am I even?]

DOTING BIG BROTHERS: [Bah! Who else but our cutest little sister?]

LOVING PARENTS: [Ah! Our little angel of course.]

OTHER CLASSMATES: [Who is this ice queen? So cool!]

BEST FRIENDS: [Why is this so-called 24/7 ice face so clingy. But she’s too cute when she’s pouting! You’re our adorable little cinnamon roll.]

HANDSOME ML: [Yeah, why are you so cling to them? Come be clingy with me! You are mine, as much as I am yours.]

BUSINESS PARTNERS: [Who the fuck are you talking about? Surely, we do not speak of the same person! You are the little devil that descended from the 7 heavens, our little ancestor.]

To Live Again, For the First Time!

Emilin just watched as Dios casually picked up the call.

He couldn't do anything else, it's not as if he could pretend it wasn't ringing. Emilin was staring, clearly having realized that he was getting a call in this place that didn't have a signal.

"What do you want?" Dios said into the coms, full of smiles so as to not garner more suspicion, but that just made the scene scarier for those other four who knew him well.

Dios acted as if he didn't want to murder the person on the other side of the call with 49 stabs to the heart in order to convey his sentiments, instead opting for a gentler approach.

Dios spoke in Syrin to avoid anything suspicious from leaking, but how could he have known that this would only make his identity more questionable to Emilin, who had previously met another group of around this size with a leader who spoke Syrin.

The points were connecting at this moment in Emilin's mind.

Bring Her Pt I: (Close eye)