As far as "buried truths" are concerned, this reality is no different.
Or maybe, I just regretted that I didn’t get to say a few more words to them in the end.
He opened the drawer and took out a piece of blood-stained black cloth.
Some sunlight shone through the cracks onto her body, and some spots fell onto the cloth. The summer breeze blew over the branches, swaying the spots along with them. Hitzfeld rubbed it open with a little force, and saw that there was nothing inside.
"I thought you weren't the nostalgic type."
"……who?"
Holding the black cloth tightly and turning around quickly, Hitzfeld finally saw who the person was.
Wearing a black robe, with a fluffy beard, and the same deep eyes as when we first met, that was the wizard Luca who survived the disaster.
What an unlucky guy... When something unexpected happened in Xinoujin, he was blown down by the strong wind and missed an epic feast.
But he was also lucky. Like Bislow and other people who fell off halfway, he survived to the end because of this. Moreover, he eliminated the blood power in his body by listening to the grand opera.
The price is his power.
Day by day, the influence of blood faded in Elsa. Many high-level innovative blood spells could no longer be used. Luca even laughed at himself about this, saying that he would soon become an ordinary old man.
"What do you mean by coming back to me instead of helping the Governor build the house?" Hitzfeld asked with a frown.
As the only surviving city, the Sea King City has a heavy task. The fading of the blood power is not as simple as it sounds. Don't forget that there are still so many blood beasts in the wilderness. Don't forget that any building in this place relies on this power.
Some houses would be scrapped, and even some roads would have to be rebuilt. Except for the "mythical species" such as the Blood Bone Tree that could be traced back to the mythical era, the entire natural ecology would have to be reshuffled within a few months.
Recording information, maintenance and repairs, what a huge workload... She couldn't understand why Luca came back now.
"I didn't come here specifically to see you." Luca shook his head.
"then you……"
"I just brought someone to you."
Before he could finish his words, another petite figure jumped out from behind him.
"You...Connie!"
The girl screamed, staring at the mixed-haired loli walking straight towards her, and gave her a warm hug in a very manly and soldierly manner.
"Well done, Esun!"
"I……"
"No, you don't need to explain anything. Don't forget that His Majesty also 'participated in the war'. I have been to the White Shadow Palace, so I may know more than you, right?"
The two people obviously had something private to discuss, so Luke tactfully slipped away, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.
"Drink of water?"
Hitzfeld went to the side to get the pitcher.
"The conditions here are not very good, if you don't mind..."
"I do not mind."
"..." Hitzfeld looked back at her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking very relaxed and calm.
After returning with the cup and putting it away, Hitzfeld dragged a chair over to the desk and sat opposite it. He hesitated and said, "So you are here to give me a commission..."
"No."
"Actually, I just...ah?" The girl said halfway and then widened her eyes, "No?"
Didn't she reveal her purpose to that Lin Cornell?
"Count Hitzfeld" and the like, made such a big fuss, maybe even the crew members know about it now, but she denied it as the first thing she said when they met?
why?
If not this, what else could it be?
"Hitzfeld... Well, I'll still call you Aisuen."
"Of course, we have known each other for a long time after all."
"Well, Aisuen, you know what I do."
"Yes, you are a doctor."
"Doctor - generally speaking, it is a name given to those who can help people heal physical injuries. Tasks beyond that are handled by 'dream weavers' or 'hypnotists'. I am not very good at these areas."
Hitzfeld stared at her with a frown, wondering what she meant by such a long foreplay.
"But how should I put it?" Sixus kept considering the wording, "I still want to say that since they called me a doctor, I still feel that I have the responsibility to treat some diseases other than physical ones."
“Is this disease in me?”
Hitzfeld gradually began to understand what was going on.
"……Yes."
"Let me guess, if it was just Conte-Sixus, she wouldn't have said such disgusting words. Someone taught you to say that. Her status is so noble that even a proud person like you can't resist."
"…I'm beginning to hate you, Hitzfeld."
"Elwin taught you that, didn't she?" Hitzfeld finally smiled. "Does she have something special to tell me?"
Combining the description of the disease with the count's award, there is no doubt that Alvin was afraid that he might have mental problems.
She has a criminal record.
It could be considered as a concern from a friend... I wouldn't say it's a precaution, otherwise they wouldn't have sent only Connie.
She felt dissatisfied with being looked down upon, but also felt the warmth of being cared for. She simply extended a hand to the mixed-haired Loli.
"give it to me."
"The real letter."
"I've dealt with countless agents and detectives." Sixus muttered as he reached into his arms, "Among them, Lilith, her, and you - you are the most unpleasant."
She took out the letter, but put it back the moment the girl was about to take it.
"Wait." Sixus stood up and pulled the girl to the door.
"Your Majesty also said that you should open this letter alone."
"This means that I can't stay here and continue chatting with you... Regarding the psychological problems that are said to be yours, and all those messy troubles, I hope this letter is really useful."
Raising his eyebrows solemnly, Sixus handed the letter to Hitzfeld at the door very ceremoniously, then took a step back to the door frame and closed the door elegantly.
Playing tricks...
Hitzfeld sighed and blinked, then stood there, opening the envelope and pulling out the paper with a gentle shake.
When she unfolded it, she was stunned by the first sentence.
[If you see this, it means that Connie has finally conveyed my thoughts to you... I'm sorry, Aisuen, but I actually wrote this letter on behalf of my sister. You can regard most of the content as her message to you.]
Elwin's "sister"...
You mean Sheena?
Holding the letter tightly, Hitzfeld looked around the room, making sure he was the only one there. Then he tiptoed back to the table and spread out the letter on the table.
[It’s amazing, isn’t it? The tragedy that happened in the past, the person involved actually talks to you in this way. What stands between us is not only the heaviest and most insurmountable barrier of time in our cognition, but also a barrier beyond human imagination - the boundary between life and death.]
[But we still meet at this moment. I think this is probably the greatest miracle... I even think this is crazier than my last performance. Thanks to Alvin, I can leave my last words.]
[And Alessia, it asked me to tell you that it has no regrets.]
Just these three paragraphs made Hitzfeld's scalp explode.
The divine eye was interfered with by her will, and the scene before her eyes became distorted and blurred. The quiet and peaceful real world was torn apart, revealing the deep nightmare buried underneath - bringing her back to the final battlefield again.
It was a vast void.
The gray fog was surging, spreading confusedly at the edge of the universe. In the thick fog at the center, a gate of light was opened up. The person who wrote to her was wearing a long dress and a crown, standing on the steps extending from the gate of light with his back to her.
Every word she uttered corresponded to the sentence on the letter.
This was her true last words.
"You're a fool, Hitzfeld."
The corner of the girl's mouth twitched.
"Sacrifice, dedication... Before I met you, I wondered how there could be such a person in the world who believed in such hypocritical empty words?"
"The noble ones use their death to help the despicable ones. They lose not only their lives, but also their most basic fame."
"I don't understand why anyone would do that... but now I understand a little bit more that it's not something we can choose."
"It's like I'm not sacrificing for the sake of sacrificing. All those who seem stupid to this extent, more or less, have some other demands."
"Be it revenge or ambition... I don't care what the result means. I was wrong to think you were stupid."
Hitzfeld was a little confused.
So the last words she left at the end of her life were just to apologize to me?
"Will you feel guilty about my death?"
She changed her expression slightly.
"you will."
"Because this is who I know you to be, Aisun Hitzfeld... During those boring days of captivity, Alwin told me a lot about your deeds."
"I'm so tired of idiots like you..."
"It was obviously me... I killed so many people, including some of your friends. In the end, just because I did these things and killed a few evil gods, you changed your attitude towards me... People like you are simply distorting my cognition. I really want to strangle you to death!"
"That's because you're dead."
Hitzfeld couldn't help but defend himself.
"You're dead, Sheena."
"If you were alive, that would be another matter. My guilt is based on only one reality: you are dead and no longer a threat to us."
"So you are not the kind of person you worry you will become, nor are you the kind of person I have been belittling and despising!"
Xina on the steps suddenly turned around and stared at the girl.
“This is arrogance!”
"It can only be imposed by the strong on the weak!"
"You are standing from the perspective of the living, the winner, and you are pitying me, the loser and the dead!"
Hitzfeld opened his mouth.
She wanted to say no, but her mind told her that Sheena was right.
The so-called guilt is actually pity, which is something that can only be felt when standing at the bottom of the stairs. She will not become an indecisive little woman, but will worry whether she is too cold-blooded to think like this.
"Conflicting emotions must be unified with reason."
Sheena looked back at the light gate again.
"Maybe that's why she chose you and not me."
"Sheena," Hitzfeld said as best he could, "I don't understand what you're saying—"
The words were interrupted halfway, because the next moment, Xina suddenly reached out and inserted her hand into the left side of the chest, and dug out a beating, living heart from it!
This is--
"Okay!"
The thing was thrown directly at him, and Hitzfeld was in a panic. He bent down to catch it with both hands, and luckily he didn't let it fall to the ground.
what is this?
Such a... sticky touch, soft and sticky in the hand... It feels just like the real thing...
"That's blood."
came the voice.
"Like Amen Harwin, Eusirion Vincent Zachariah also chose you."
Without waiting for Hitzfeld to say anything else, Sheena began to move towards the light gate.
