In a Reincarnation Loop: Surviving as the Most Overpowered
Chapter 60: The War Goddess: A Meeting with Erika (1)

Chapter 60: The War Goddess: A Meeting with Erika (1)

The light bulbs embedded in the room’s ceiling were brightly lit, and the atmosphere was illuminated.

In the middle of the room, there was a wooden table and a sofa, which was made of leather.

On the right side of the table was a glass vase, and it had a small white flower inside it.

On the left side of the table, there was a cup of coffee, and the liquid was steaming.

A milky white smoke was rising from the cup, and it was floating in the air.

Under the cup was a saucer, and a teaspoon was resting on its surface.

Except for the white vapor rising from the cup and the sound of the clock’s hand ticking, there were no other sounds.

The atmosphere was peaceful, and the room was quiet.

It was a normal scene, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

The clock’s small hand was pointing toward the number four, and its large hand was indicating the number eleven, while the biggest red hand was busy continuing its tick-tock motion.

Only five minutes, and it would be 4 p.m.

"It is already 4 PM," a single, silent thought appeared in the quietness.

The time was passing by slowly, and the seconds were flowing like a river.

"She must be getting ready for her part-time job," another thought was forming in the silence.

The time, 4 o’clock, must be significant for a person whose thoughts were lingering on the passing of time.

"Phew!" The sound of a long and deep sigh broke the quietness and interrupted the silence.

Suddenly, a white pale hand stretched out from the sofa’s armrest and grabbed the hot cup from the table.

The hand was holding the cup, and its fingers were wrapping around the handle.

After that, the hand lifted the cup, and as the cup was rising, a pair of legs wearing tight white pants crossed under the table was seen.

The movement of the figure’s hand was slow and steady, and it was bringing the cup closer to the person sitting on the sofa.

The white fabric was covering the person’s arms, and the sleeves were folded halfway through their length.

The color of the figure’s wrist was also white, and it was almost the same color as the cloth covering the body.

The hand brought the cup near the face, and the person’s mouth was opening.

After a short moment, the sound of a sip was heard.

The figure, who was sitting on the sofa, was a woman, and her face was pale like the moon.

Her eyes were dark brown, and her pinkish-red lips were thin.

Her nose was also small, and her lips were rosy red.

Her skin was flawless, and it was smooth.

A soft sound was heard, and the liquid inside the cup was flowing into her mouth.

The woman took a sip, and her tongue was swirling the hot liquid inside her mouth.

"Hah," a warm breath was released, and it was escaping from her lips.

After that, she moved the cup away from her face, and she was placing it on the saucer.

’She will come at any minute now,’ another thought was forming in the quietness.

The woman was waiting for someone, and her mind was impatient.

The sound of the clock’s hand-ticking was echoing in the room, and the sound was resounding through the air.

’I have to see her,’ another thought appeared in the woman’s mind, and her tone was restless.

The dark brown eyes shifted toward the clock, and after a second, they were moving downwards.

Slowly, the light entering the irises was becoming less, and the eyelids were closing.

The woman leaned back on the plush sofa, and she was resting her head on its back, sinking into its comfort.

As she did, her chest subtly pushed against the fabric of her shirt, causing the buttons to strain in their attempt to keep the two sides together.

The space between the buttons was also becoming bigger, and her cleavage, above the valley of her breasts, was visible.

And her silver, silky, and long hair fell gracefully around her shoulders, framing her pale face, as her head touched the back of the sofa.

Suddenly, as she was relaxing, the door of the room opened, and the woman’s eyes quickly opened, and she looked at the entrance.

There she saw a purple-haired woman with a man who was wearing a black suit, walking behind her.

"Sera," a soft murmur was heard, and it came from the pale woman’s lips.

The purple-haired woman smiled, and her expression was gentle.

"Hi, Miss Erika," she bowed her head a bit, and her tone was polite.

"How are you doing?" she asked, and her voice was casual.

"Sera," Erika, the pale-skinned woman, replied, and her voice was calm.

She stood up from the sofa, and her movements were elegant.

"Don’t be so formal." Her tone was gentle, and her words were affectionate.

"I-I am sorry," Sera apologized, and her voice was apologetic.

"But," she continued, and her tone was hesitant.

"I can’t," her voice was soft, and her tone was quiet.

"It doesn’t suit me," her words were simple, and her tone was honest.

"You were my teacher in high school," Sera didn’t even dare to lift her head and look into the eyes of the person in front of her, as she continued to explain herself. "And, the one who taught me the most,"

"How can I be rude to you?" her voice was low, and her tone was solemn.

"It would be disrespectful of me if I wasn’t this formal," Sera concluded, and her voice was confident.

"Hahaha," Erika started laughing, and her tone was merry.

"You are so cute, Sera," she said, and her voice was amused.

"Always so polite and courteous," her words were playful, and her tone was cheerful.

"Just like the girl I used to teach," she stated, and her voice was gentle.

"So, what is this all about?" Sera asked, and her voice was inquisitive.

She lifted her head, and her eyes were focused on the older woman’s face.

"Huh, why did you suddenly come to meet me?" she added, and her tone was curious.

"Well," Erika started, and her voice was serious.

"I have something to talk to you about," her eyes moved towards the man who was standing next to Sera.

"It is something important," she stated, and her tone was grave.

Sera, who was looking at the older woman’s face, noticed her gaze.

She understood what the older woman was trying to say, and she immediately reacted by turning her head to the side.

"Leo, I am sorry, but can you?" her tone was polite, and her voice was firm.

"I understand," Leo replied, and his voice was understanding.

His gaze shifted, and it landed on the older woman’s face.

"Please," he lowered his head, and his voice was respectful.

"Have a good conversation," his eyes were serious, and his tone was sincere.

"I will, thank you," Erika’s tone was soft, and her words were gentle.

"I will not disturb you two," Leo stated, and his tone was respectful.

After saying these words, he left the room and closed the door behind him.

"Okay, Miss Erika, should we take a seat first and then talk?" Sera suggested, and her voice was amicable.

"Sure," E

rika agreed, and her voice was soft.

The two moved towards the sofa, and each one of them sat on one side.

Erika sat on the place where she was sitting a few moments ago, and Sera sat on the other side, which was empty.

"Now, what did you want to talk about?" Sera inquired, and her voice was curious.

"Do you still remember Amelia?" Erika asked, and her voice was careful.

"Amelia?" Sera repeated, and her tone was inquisitive.

"As in your daughter, Amelia? "Yeah," Erika confirmed, and her voice was casual.

"The last time I met her was around three years ago, and after that, I didn’t even see her," she continued to explain, and her tone was solemn.

She moved her face to the cup placed on the table, and her gaze locked on its dark liquid.

It was as if she was recalling the memories that were associated with the young girl whom she hadn’t met for a long time.

"What happened to her?" Sera asked, and her voice was worried.

"Is she okay?" her tone was urgent, and her words were concerned.

"She is fine," Erika responded as she lifted her head, and her eyes met Sera’s.

"Don’t worry about her," she assured, and her voice was gentle.

"Then, why are you talking about her?" Sera inquired, and her voice was curious.

"It’s because," Erika began, and her tone was thoughtful.

"It’s just," she paused, and her expression was grim.

Sera, who was watching the older woman, had a bad feeling, and her heart was filled with anxiousness.

"Just, what?" her tone was anxious, and her words were filled with fear.

"It’s just," Erika continued, and her expression was grave.

"She is gonna die," her tone was serious, and her voice was somber.

"What?!" Sera was shocked, and her eyes were wide.