Chapter 187 The One Who Was Maliciously Excluded

What does she mean to him?

The boy looked at her blankly, and the girl's eyes were fixed on him without blinking. He wanted to tell her the answer.

Whatever the answer.

He kept thinking about her problem.

But he couldn't get an answer.

He couldn't grasp the answer.

Vifiya lowered her eyes. Was this question difficult for him to answer now? Or was it...

She looked back up, and the boy's eyes never left hers. "Is it a secret? If it is, you don't have to tell me."

"What's the secret?" he asked curiously.

Without needing to think, Weifeiya could tell him the answer: "A secret is something that only you know. Everyone has secrets. Don't dig into them, or you'll be disliked."

"I don't want to be hated by you yet."

This was Vifiya's true words. The look in her eyes when she looked at the boy was complicated and awkward. She was now in the past and might change a future that she knew.

Whether or not she really didn't want to be hated by him, she would need the magician's help in the future.

Even in the cave under the cliff of Alsayin Academy, she already knew what was inside, but her memory was still an unknown. She needed to be careful about her memory in case it was suddenly forgotten.

If you forget, you will have to start over again.

She probably wasn't really a qualified friend, Vifiya couldn't help but smile bitterly. Compared to the relationship between them, what she cared about more was his value and what he could do for her.

"I will never hate you." The boy's eyes were firm, as if he was making a promise.

There is surprise in the black pupils, forever...

Vifiya couldn't help but smile, ignoring the fatigue from her body.

After all, he is still a child. Only a child can say such childish words like "forever" without restraint.

"I have no secrets." The boy's face was serious. He couldn't answer her previous question, but he could answer this one.

"If you want to know something, I'll tell you what I know. If I don't know something and you want to know, I'll definitely figure it out and tell you everything."

Vifia's pupils widened slightly. This was the first time she heard him speak so many words in one breath when he was a child.

Isidore had said something similar to her when he grew up, saying that he would tell her everything if she asked.

"Why?" Vifiya felt her throat was a little dry. She had wanted to ask for a long time, why?

In the past, when she was unaware of everything, she could only deliberately ignore some of the questions she wanted to know.

Reflecting her in his silver eyes, he didn't find the question difficult to answer, because all along, ever since he wanted to get close to her, he already knew the answer, and the answer was very simple.

"You want it."

It's really annoying.

Vifiya turned her head away, lowered her eyes and thought deeply. This was a difficult situation.

After hearing from Debbie that "God's favorites" have to pay a price, she felt uneasy.

Powerful strength comes at a price. Although Isidore did not display too much powerful magic in front of her, every magician spoke highly of him.

He can be asked to pay a price by the world, and even his current defects are not considered a real demand. One can imagine how great the price will be in the future.

She did want to help him find a way to survive, but that didn't mean she was willing to put herself in real, irreversible danger.

The price the world demands is engraved in the soul.

Even if one dies and is reborn, it will still remain in the soul. She had already verified this before.

Every time she was willing to take the initiative to step into danger, she did it only when she was certain of her ability.

She was willing to die on her own initiative only after she knew that she would be reborn and everything would return to normal.

And the price the world will make Isidore pay is truly unknown to her.

He had helped her a lot, so she should help him this time.

He was alive, no matter what the reason was, it was what she wanted.

But everything she did was, in the final analysis, for herself.

She couldn't...at least she couldn't give up on herself, otherwise she would really have nothing.

If the price the world exacted this time would be her soul...

The crackling of burning branches in the fire, the chirping of insects in the grass, all the sounds of the night faded away.

No! Vifiya blinked. Why did she fall into her old bad habits again?

Was she thinking of paying the price for him?

If Osa and the others were here, they would probably have been talking about her for who knows how long.

She glanced at the boy, who was feeling uneasy at her lack of response.

She tried her best to concentrate, her eyelids felt heavy. It wasn't just ordinary sleepiness, it was the same sleepiness she felt before Samsonta fell asleep. Was it because of this inability to concentrate that she was thinking this way?

In any case, the future Isidore was still alive, and she did not perceive any other loss in her soul due to the cost.

That is to say, there are other ways.

What she needs to do now is not to worry about what price she needs to pay, but to find Sallys and resolve the price.

And... her eyes became calm again. She needed to go back to St. Fagus Island again. She cared a lot about the old priest's words.

Vifiya looked down at her clothes that she had not yet changed. That was enough for now. Even if she could find a place to take a shower, she probably would not be able to finish before falling asleep.

The situation was urgent, so in order not to scare the boy, she turned to him and said, "I'm glad to hear you say that. I'm going to take a nap. Don't worry. Just wake me up if anything special happens."

She took off the small bag and put it in the boy's hand: "There is food in it, eat it when you are hungry, and there is also a dagger, use it."

After a pause, her words softened, "I'd like to ask you to keep watch all night, okay?"

As if sensing her tiredness, the boy, who was originally still uneasy, nodded seriously.

Vifiya curled her brows, trying to reassure him. She forced herself to find a barely comfortable position and lay down.

Darkness spread before her eyes and her surroundings became chaotic. She couldn't grasp the thoughts that were floating around, so she had to try hard to concentrate and think casually.

In fact, it was almost dawn, so they should hurry up and leave.

…

If this was her first meeting with Isidore, she would probably regard him as a hidden enemy. Who would inexplicably be so open and sincere to someone with whom they had no deep connection not long ago? It was suspicious no matter how you looked at it.

…

The sky was bright, and a faint light was sprinkled among the distant bushes.

The girl's breathing was steady and her face was peaceful.

The boy had already sat down beside her, holding the small bag she gave him in his arms and holding the dagger tightly in his hand.

To protect her.

He turned his head and looked at the girl, his gaze fixed on the silk thread wrapped around her neck.

The last time, the silk thread cut his palm, and in his hand was the medicine she had changed for him tonight.

In the silver-white pupils, countless threads are active, they are intertwined with the girl and continue to extend in all directions.

They were all gradually stained with her blood.

Her thread, her blood, his gaze fell back on her neck.

Why does the thread that belongs to her not only absorb her blood, but also has to be wrapped around her neck at all times?

if……

If she applied a little more force to the thread...

The boy's pupils shrank and his breathing stopped.

All the threads must be cut.

Once the thought appears, it cannot be dispelled.

One hand swept through the air, but found nothing in his hand. He tried for a long time, with confusion in his eyes. He couldn't catch any other thread except the one that belonged to her.

He looked down at his left hand, which was still tightly gripping the dagger.

Want to use force? She said no.

Can I? Can I?

But she also said that he must die before her, he must die with her.

In other words...

Protect her.

If it was to protect her, it wouldn't be considered as using strength lightly, right?

The boy was in a dilemma.

While staring at the girl, he also paid some attention to his surroundings.

He couldn't ask her his questions, and he didn't know how to ask them.

While thinking, he seemed to realize something, his pupils dilated slightly, and his hands moved faster than his thoughts.

The dagger was thrown where it lay, the boy held his breath, and his hands tightly grasped the object that suddenly attacked her.

The thing on the boy's neck was invisible. It was as if he was grasping at the air. His palm felt a piercing pain unlike any he had experienced before. Sticky blood flowed down the invisible weapon, converging at one point and dripping...

A hand took it and placed it in the boy's palm, without disturbing the girl's sleep.

The light from the bushes gradually spread to the open space, the cold light of the sky came down from above, and a huge, clear, and ancient sword stood there.

The tip of the sword was only inches away from her.

The boy raised his head as a flood of malice swept over him. White clouds floated between the hilts of his sword, and his pupils trembled.

Why? Why was she the one targeted this time?

The malice is stronger than before, is it because of him?

No.

His grip on the blade didn't loosen as he looked down at the girl.

No.

Her silk thread became more active because of the sword, and the blood seeped into the silk thread faster and faster.

He smelled it, he saw it.

Now she has the same aura as the long sword, the same aura hidden in malice.

Although he never paid attention to it, he knew what it was for some reason.

The rules hidden in the world.

The silk thread that belongs to her alone is unconsciously reaching out to the long sword, and the rules on the long sword are attracting the rules of the silk thread.

If the rules were reconciled...

He didn't know exactly what would happen, but he was certain that she would be hurt.

No matter why he knew it, the boy made the decision in an instant.

The connection between rules must be broken.

But how to interrupt it?

A long sword so tall that the hilt cannot be seen, and the rules at the top of the world, how to interrupt the attraction and connection between the rules?

He suddenly felt his own weakness. How could he stop such a huge monster?

The blood from the sword tip falling on the palm of the hand formed a small puddle, and it was impossible to interrupt.

Bubbles appeared in the blood in the palm of his hand, and tiny white lights exploded one by one as if it was boiling.

White spots continued to float and stick to the sword until the tip of the sword was glowing white.

He always knew that he was the excluded one.

Malice is everywhere, malice comes from all directions, and those who want him to die are never human.

Without moving his hands, he offered the sword to his neck.