Chapter 1261: Esma and Esmari

In the living room of the family home, in an atmosphere of tension, Yulaya and Hazel looked from Esmari to Esma.

The two of them looked so much alike!

Even their laughter sounded the same.

But they were aware that there were different feelings behind that laughter.

Esmari, standing in front of her avatar, did not feel any connection with her. Her existence had completely separated from her, becoming an independent being. And it only made her laugh and curious.

And Esma was laughing because Esmari had fallen into her trap so easily.

Yes, Esma wasn’t hiding here. She purposefully lured Esmari here.

Although everything didn’t go according to plan, she still managed to pull it off.

She stopped laughing, but her smile remained.

Esmari also stopped and looked at her avatar.

"Big sister," — Esma said.

Esmari tilted her head, preparing to hear what she would say.

"Don’t resist," Esma said.

"Eh?" — Esmari did not have time to understand, as an invisible force grabbed her and forcefully pushed her out of the room. As soon as she was outside, the door slammed shut behind her.

Before she even knew it, she was outside.

Before she could frown, her connection to the Bloodline Domain and the Water Law was forcibly severed, and she fell to her knees.

"What the..."

It was only then that she realized that she was not in a room in the Adventurer’s Guild, but in a completely unfamiliar place.

Esmari found herself standing in a huge room that looked like part of a large building. There were many rooms and things that indicated that someone lived here.

While she was looking around, the door she came out of opened and her avatar appeared.

"Welcome to Limbo, big sister," — Esma said.

"Limbo?" Esmari asked, hearing the name of this place for the first time.

Yulaya and Hazel did not stay inside the family home and followed Esma out.

Esmari got to her feet. After examining her body, she quickly realized all the restrictions that had been placed on her.

"Is that where you’ve been hiding all these years?" Esmari asked and, unable to contain her curiosity, suggested, "Is this place located in the depths of the dungeons?"

There was no reply. Esma stared at her in silence, and Esmari noticed how tense she was, like a compressed spring.

Esmari sighed.

"Are you really that afraid of me? Yourself? Believe me, I won’t hurt you," she said.

"I believe you..." nodded Esma. "I believe you because I know you better than anyone else. But for the same reason, I’m afraid of you."

"I’m not coming back," Esma continued. "I’ve been away from you for too long. I... I’m not you anymore. I’m not Esmari. I’m Esma."

"I’m not coming back," Esma continued. "I’ve spent too much time away from you, and I love it. I... I’m not you anymore. I’m not Esmari. I’m Esma."

"A separate personality. Not an avatar or your tool."

She turned to Yulaya and Hazel.

"I’ve found the real sisters you’ve never been able to find. I’ve met new people who look at me not as Esmari, but as Esma."

Esma turned her gaze back to Esmari.

"I want to live. Live like Esma, not like your shadow or copy."

Esma’s words echoed in the temple. Esmari did not interrupt her, but listened in silence. She also noticed how the two valkyrie girls standing behind Esma were very worried. They weren’t worried about her, but about her avatar, who called himself Esma.

And, to be honest, at that moment Esmari felt jealous.

She was a powerful Rank 8 Water Valkyrie, but she didn’t have any close friends or sisters. Although she had acquaintances and subordinates, there was no one who understood and shared her aspirations. Because of her strangeness, she caused everyone to look askance. In truth, she had already accepted it a long time ago.

However, seeing her avatar handle it better than herself was a bit annoying.

There was silence in the temple.

Esmari and Esma looked at each other in silence for a while.

"If that’s your wish..." Esmari broke the silence first. "Then why did you let me know? If it wasn’t for your letter, I would have continued to believe that you were dead and wouldn’t have come here."

"Why did you summon me here and even lure me to this place by limiting my powers?" Esmari continued her question, wanting to understand Esma’s intentions.

Esma’s eyes flickered slightly as she searched for the right words.

"I... I called you here because I..."—before Esma could finish her sentence, the portal leading to the Kingdom shone, and a woman in black with long black hair appeared in the temple.

"Look who we have here," Sierra said, barely glancing at Esmari.

Esma froze, and Esmari, on the contrary, raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Ho. Isn’t that little Sierra?" she said with a big smile, but her smile quickly disappeared. "What are you doing here?"

Her gaze fell on Esma, and then back to Sierra.

Sierra didn’t answer, but continued to smile, and for some reason Esmari didn’t like that smile.

Suddenly, Sierra’s body began to transform right in front of Esmari’s eyes. Darkness gushed out of her body, and in a matter of seconds, the entire Temple space was enveloped in it.

"What’s going on?" came Esmari’s cry.

"What the... Stop!" she exclaimed as something grabbed her arms and legs.

"Aah! What are you doing!" she protested.

"SIERRAAA!" screamed Esmari again.

"Let me go!" she begged, then her voice turned stern.

"How can you be so disrespectful to your elders!"

"W... What are you doing?" asked Esmari in disbelief.

"No way! You wouldn’t dare do that..."

"No, don’t take it off!" — despair in Esmari’s voice.

And then there was a loud slap.

Slap!

"Aaaaa! You spanked me!"

Slap!

"Aah! That’s enough!"

Slap!

"You will regret this humiliation!"

Slap!

"SIERRRAA!"

Slap!

"Aah! My ass!"

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

No matter how much Esmari screamed, there were slaps in the darkness.

Finally, Esmari began to whimper and beg.:

"I get it. Understood. Sorry! Please stop!"

The darkness dissipated as suddenly as it had appeared.

Esmari was lying on the floor, panting, holding her ass. Her long hair was disheveled, her clothes were in disarray, and her face was flushed with humiliation. The once majestic Valkyrie now looked so pitiful that Yulaya and Hazel didn’t know where to look.

There was silence.

Esma put her hand to her mouth. Her shoulders trembled.

Esmari slowly looked up at her.

"Just try..."

Esma couldn’t stand it.

"Pfft..."

A giggle escaped her, followed by a loud laugh.

"I’m sorry!" — She managed to say, doubled over. "I didn’t want to, but you should have seen yourself from the outside!"

"Esma...", Esmari gnashed her teeth.

Engulfed in laughter, Esma did not notice how waves of long black hair moved in her direction.

Esma’s laughter stopped when black hair bound her arms and legs.

Her eyes widened and she turned around.

Sierra stood behind him, still smiling.