It was a normal pen, which could be bought from any store on the street.

Besides, its shape had been changed and it was broken so seriously that Florence even couldn’t tell what it looked like originally.

However, she could recognize the carved smiling face on it.

It was the birthday gift that she gave to Ernest.

She particularly asked the owner to carve a smiling face according to her request.

It wasn’t a valuable pen, but she knew that Ernest took it along with him almost all the time, just like his watch and ring. He treasured the pen more than anything else.

Usually, he wasn’t willing to use it at all.

However, the pen appeared in Benjamin’s hand and was broken so seriously...

“This is fished out by my men from the sea,” Benjamin explained out of his kindness.

Florence knew which area of the sea he referred to.

Although the pen looked ordinary, it had good quality. It turned to be like this under a huge impact force or an explosion.

Ernest always kept it next to his skin.

It meant that Ernest must be quite close to the bomb and had received the strongest impact force.

His pen had become like this. Florence couldn’t imagine what about him...

Her whole body was weakened. Florence fell to the floor.

Her mind was in a mess, keeping buzzing. Suddenly, something that she had forgotten became clear in her mind.

She recalled it.

When they fell into the sea, Ernest whispered in her ear, “Florence, I won’t let you die.”

He promised her that he wouldn’t let her die.

Hence, when they fell into the sea, he tore the bomb away from her.

Under the impact force when bumping into the water, he pushed her away and distanced the bomb from her rapidly.

the impact force from the explosion came from the direction where Ernest distanced

but Ernest died

“No--”

of

black. She held

way! Impossible! I don’t believe

he would go through think and thin together with me.

let me live on alone. He won’t!

heart was collapsing as if it was

been blown to pieces by the explosion.

too much

was like being

only saw black as if her whole world had been dimmed

the wheelchair, Benjamin laughed complacently. He

she was,

was,

be broken down bit by

His hoarse voice made him sound like

for rescuing you. It was you who killed

were reechoed in

like a needle stabbed

in a daze, tears dropping. She looked

he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take the risk, and nor would he

was all because

she was

why don’t

glared at Benjamin like

to live on any longer, she didn’t think

down at Florence, his eyes full of

said steadily, stressing each syllable, “Florence Fraser, death is the simplest thing in this world.

picked up the scissors

cut the bandage on his face open bit by

after another. His eyes, cheeks, lips, and

her eyes were tearful, she

she had

and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and

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