Chapter 272 - The Red Empire, Azria (8)

Gaze turned to the familiar voice, as a flash of clarity ran through her. "Mother" she felt her voice trembled.

"Where are you Going?" Her mother asked.

"I was going to step out to let you have some rest in peace" Gaze asked. "Are you feeling better." She was suddenly in confusion, something was wrong.

"No, Its alright though, Ise. I was once told the more illness the mother suffers, the better the baby will grow."

"…" Gaze, felt that she had this conversation before, but, it was different that it happened somewhere else. And then a harsher reality started to hit her hard. She felt these mix of emotions come to her.

"When you have a baby of your own, you will realize that a mother is willing to put up with anything for a healthy child. Anything at all. It is that what we are made for, to carry children. A woman cannot be happy doing anything else."

"You loved Father, Didn't you" Gaze asked, the strange feeling still lingering and her eyes where red. Her mother answered her question not asking why her daughter looked so sad and hurt. Almost as if she was ignoring her, as continued to talk.

"I came from a good family, though not a wealthy one- and I was beautiful, as 'beautiful' as you are. I had many suiters. Jimbe was one of them, my parents wished me to marry him at the time. But I was only looking at Keijo, he wasn't like any one my suiters including Jimbe. He did not try to impress me or brag to his friends about me. HE wrote me poetry and talked to me. He seemed to truly seen me, to love me. And I loved him in return.

After Months of begging my family caved in and allowed me to merry him. We married and we had you, we were so happy….

But the labor was so difficult, and I bled so much that afterword the midwife told your father that to have another child may kill me. It was wicked of her and it was not her business to interfere.

Your father listened and I had agreed with him. But as I grew older and stronger, I began to realize what a terrible thing we had agreed to. It was not natural the way we lived. I longed for babies, I longed to feel close to your father, as I once had. We argued about it again and again, and then he began to hide from me in his papers

All he would say is that you where enough for him. He couldn't understand that---" She finally cut herself off, paused and then finished. "That one child was not really a proper family."

The conversation, Gaze could hardly breath as she listened. 'That's wrong!' Gaze yelled in her mind, As the bright light in the garden suddenly turned dark. It looked as if it was nighttime and the shine of crescent moon was in full force illuminating the area.

So that Ise's mother and Gaze…No, Ise's faces could be clearly seen. She dully looked at the Sakura pedals falling blowing in the gentle wind. They fall sweetly on her looming shadow.

"---Jimbe gave me another chance, he waited for me, he never married, he never looked at another woman. And I needed him, he was there. He has forgiven me for choosing his friend for him for all these years ago, and now I am able to have the children I always wanted. I am so happy, Ise."

"Don't Sugar coat it, you where only looking after your own happiness." Ise said dangerously, her eyes a deep purple hue.

"Ise?" Her mother looked at her with fear.

"One wasn't enough for you, it wasn't that, was it. You where unsatisfied with me, your own daughter who was more talented then you. Who had that closeness with a man you once love, more then you could. Jealously, you couldn't love him or me, so you selfishly decided you didn't want either of us.

Guilty, that's your own evil heart that you didn't want to admit existed." Ise looked at her mother her eyes cold-hearted, clear, and calm. At the women who birthed and then ruined her life. "You wanted me to die, because you would be relieved. A child you suppressed out of your own selfish insecurities, would never surpass you in this lifetime." She gave her mother a mocking expression. "You have and always will be a Trash of a human being."

At that moment everything collapsed around her and she returned to the room with the stone coffin. She looked up to see that there wasn't any painted glass window in the first place and gave a light smile.

"Gaze, huh, I liked that name a lot better than my original one." She said softly, and looked behind her. Her violet eyes downcast to the ongoing below. "Looks like the Gold Race still has no Class, perhaps I should teach them another Lesson."