Agnes Gru の小説・ストーリー

JUPITER POV Keeping tabs on Grisha was as fun as it got. I still couldn’t believe that the little naïve girl with big-ass framed reading glasses was the golden phoenix who was going to bring us salvation and save the world from the hands of Anuka. It was still a very foreign concept even though I wanted to make deal with it. From the scrolls, Grisha would be strong, domineering, unstoppable. And the little girl who was not only 18 but also man-blood was really far from what was written in the scrolls! Well, except for her insanely dominating aura even though she was just meek, and pretty much killable!

Gabe grunted, leading me to the back of the church. “Luna Rose told me to look for the rising phoenix…” he trailed off and reached out a hand to brush against the stone wall. “Here we go,” he muttered, hand going over an elaborate carving of a phoenix rising from the ashes. He pushed down and a door swung open. And what I saw beyond made me give a shout of part-surprise and part-relief. Gabe however, pushed me back, letting out a snarl as his eyes glowed an ominous yellow. Standing before us was Sister Agnes. The very same nun I had thought was dead.

He stood up and glanced apologetically at the man in a suit. “I have to fetch—“ “Dear,” Before he finishes his sentence, he was interrupted by his panicking wife. “Agnes is gone!” -- In the middle of the filled snow forest, a redhead was very visible. That read head was walking around the forest at a fast pace and barely avoiding the low branches of the tress. The owner of the read head was pouting and her face was flushed due to cold. It was Agnes in her worn-out brown winter coat.

Suddenly Agnes had an idea and begged Riffen: - Riffen, I'll move out but you want us to have a meal as parting, can we be friends from now on? Riffen also didn't want to think about it much, so he quickly agreed: - Okay. But Riffen didn't know how many intrigues she had, Agnes smiled happily but still tried to appear sorry and left. Riffen didn't even notice that expression on her face and continued to concentrate on work. When Vidor went to report to Riffen, Agnes was on the phone to someone and said:

He almost passed tge living room to tge stairs but his eyes caught with the sleeping Annabella and he stopped,he turned ajd walked back to check who it was and he saw her face. He was still standing there when Annabella opened her eyes,she gasped immediately and stood up In such a hurry that she lost her balance almost right away She let out a scream as she almost fell, Gregor was fast enough to catch her But his hand grabbed her @ss instead immediately Annabella's eyes widened and she gasped out loudly.

“Leave. This should be the very last time you come here and pull such a thing.” Agnes knew it was over. There was no convincing Felix on anything and so she grabbed her daughter’s arm and consoled her as they led themselves away. They saw Grace standing near the office. Agnes gave her such a glare that one would feel it in their bones, except Wrem didn’t really. She had received so many of those from Agnes’s that she now felt bulletproof to them.

Agnes smiled and said, "What's the point of overthinking that? If this opportunity slips past me, I will still have other chances. I just need money, but I'm not in a hurry to spend any." She picked up another grape and stuffed it into her mouth. She continued to look at Waverly, "You are...the ex-wife of the president of A Country, Waverly Martell?" Waverly paused. So far, she was the first person who recognized her. She asked, "Do you know me?" Agnes laughed, "I've watched your live broadcast. I could tell that you had been framed. My eyes are quite sharp when it comes to judging people."

“Anima invicta. Per spiritus viam, ego transcendam.” The room crackled with energy as Agnes’s spiritual essence detached from her physical form. She gazed upon her lifeless body, a mix of awe and trepidation coursing through her ethereal being. It was a strange sensation, being freed from the confines of her mortal vessel, yet driven by a purpose greater than herself. “I will not let Cain face this treachery alone,” Agnes affirmed, her voice echoing through the chamber. “I will seek the truth and protect what is dear to us.”

Libby pleads with Ryan. Ryan growls but takes the old witch to one of the back bedrooms and lays her on the bed. Mother Agnes follows him, leaving me with Libby. "Who is she?" I ask. "Grace is a solo witch reaper. There are not many, she is special, and she is Crane's aunt. The family situation is complicated, and he already had to leave our home today. At least for tonight, while we figure out how to handle all of this, can she stay here?" Libby begs me.

Agnes could sense I was struggling, and she picked up where I left off. “We heard a noise,” Agnes murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “A gurgling sound… so quiet, coming from beneath the brush. Pearl and I moved to check it out, but the woman went crazy. She grabbed us, pulling us back with this wild, frenzied strength, shaking her head so violently, I thought she might snap her own neck.” Agnes’s voice trembled as the memory hit her just as hard. “But we stopped. And then she fell to her knees and leaned down.” Her voice caught, her eyes glistening. “When she came back up she was holding two babies.”