Chapter 262: The color of Valega is called injustice

Are you angry?

Are you willing?

Love, but be abandoned.

He was also angry.

For the betrayal of humanity.

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Long tongues of flames flickered on the altar, and two girls with similar faces, one big and one small, held each other's hands.

"She seems serious. Let's go in later." The little girl said in a childish voice.

Where are you going?

The altar behind him, the possible grave he dug for himself.

What are you doing?

Merge the two remaining selves, even if He is no longer complete, even if He will die in flames.

Since death is inevitable, if I can no longer see the sky, then at least I can let Him embrace me again.

No matter which part of myself is hatred, cowardice, or love.

He is tired.

He no longer has the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

In the blue vertical pupils, the simple wooden door was closed again, just like "She" in the white long dress, locking herself in a closed space, hoping that a human would come to open the unlocked door.

The little Him looked up at the tall Him and smiled: "Anyway, we've been waiting for nine hundred years."

He, in a purple dress, lowered his head, looking at himself with eyes full of love for humanity, and couldn't help but wonder, can he really still trust humans?

That human, that human girl from another world, can she really be trusted?

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Time passed silently. In the empty space, they had long lost the concept of time. They had been here for too long, so long that time became irrelevant.

But they still remember time.

Remember these entire nine hundred years.

"Let's go."

The little Him pulled the tall Him toward the altar. It was already the last moment.

Valega in the purple dress knew what the one in the white dress was doing every day at the other side of the door. Apart from sleeping, he was building the thing in front of him that he called an altar.

Altar, sacrifice, offerings...

Is it appropriate to be called an altar?

Valega in the purple dress did not want to correct the mistake of Him in the white dress, as His memory had already gone wrong.

The purple and white skirts fluttered in the flames, the heat tickled their ankles, burned their skirts, and caressed their exposed skin. The tails of the flames trembled like moth wings in the windless air.

He is no longer whole, and his cowardice will kill him.

In the scorching heat of the sun, the only Valega opened his eyes, his memories shattered into pieces, and he had no intention of sorting them out.

He sensed his impending death, closed his eyes, and fell into irreversible defeat.

He seemed to hear a familiar sigh in his ear.

"Ga."

His eyelashes moved slightly, and his blue pupils half-opened.

Thesmera.

Is that you?

A beam of pure white light, different from the flames, flickered before his eyes and landed in the palm of his hand.

The loss of life force made him rarely react. He raised his hand blankly and stared at the light in his palm.

There was only fatigue left in the pure vertical pupils, and now there was also a hint of sadness.

turn out to be……

That's right.

He took a step, His bare feet stepped on the light, and He walked out of the flames. A light blue smoke followed the light and wrapped around His fingertips.

He saw it.

He met the alien soul who made a promise to Him, and saw a human being apologizing to Him. He said that he was a descendant of Lillian Ganache.

Lillian Ganache.

The long and broken memories are reassembled piece by piece, and one girl's smile is particularly beautiful.

Ah, He remembers, He remembers, that girl, the girl who loved to put garlands on herself.

Every time she looked into His eyes, she was filled with admiration and respect, and He could always see a clear reflection of himself in her pupils.

He originally thought that the next time they met, he would give her a mulberry flower crown, which was his favorite flower.

He imagined the girl's surprise when she received the gift.

Unfortunately, the accident fooled them.

Lillian, you have never been guilty.

He ran up to the sky, and He finally touched the sky again.

He should have died then.

…

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"Have I sinned? Why is my karma in this world so terrible? Please save me, please save me!"

"Sister, it's just a minor injury. I'm fine. Sister, I won't let anyone hurt you again, no one!"

"God! Please tell us what crime we have committed?"

"God, please tell me how to live."

"I just... want to live..."

“Oh my God…”

"I will seize the key that will save me."

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Countless wails of despair and anger continued to swirl, and on the white earth, a huge eye opened.

The snow was silent, with only the whistling wind as the sound.

The big eyes drifted around unconsciously until suddenly a mournful cry was heard: "I don't want to die!"

The voice contained desire that had reached its peak, and the sun and moon pupils emitted a strange light.

Big Eyes became aware of itself, an existence that can be called "I". Who is "I"?

Big Eyes observed the world, a colorful world. Perhaps it was some kind of guidance, or perhaps it was because it was fascinated by the observation, that Big Eyes saw the first human being.

She said her name was Benedict.

She invited Big Eyes to join her experiment, to be a watcher, to be a spectator.

Big Eyes agreed.

Big Eyes heard the cries of life in the cave, but for some reason, they were not strong.

It's not curiosity, just adding new observations.

As for why Benedict invited her, why she was not scared by herself, or whether she knew something, it didn't matter to Big Eyes.

Benedict named the big eyes [Eyes], which is very simple and easy to understand, because the big eyes originally look like an [eye].

[Eyes] do not need a name, but based on [Eyes] observations, humans need a name, or a code name, to identify an individual.

Big Eyes accepted the name [Eyes].

[Eyes] observe life, life is painful, [Eyes] always feel that there is something missing in their colors.

Life withered.

[Eyes] finally noticed a problem. Humans have nicknames, such as she, he, it, and him.

[Eye] Which one?

[Eyes] can't draw a conclusion.

[The eyes] are not human, not flowers, not grass, not trees, not gods.

[Eyes] are [eyes], [eyes] are just [eyes].

[Eye] observed, and [Eye] saw a girl named Vifiya, whose colors dazzled [Eye], and [Eye] was attracted.

[Eyes] got the answer to why they drifted in the wind, probably to see her colors.

That touch of color has an extreme attraction to the [eyes].

[Eyes] want to follow her, [Eyes] want to observe, observe something, maybe time will bring the answer.

[Eyes] intuitively suggested that the girl go to Iskana, and the girl agreed.

[Eyes] There, I saw oppressed people. Calling them all women may not be quite accurate, because there are also oppressed old people and children, but almost all of them are women.

There is always something missing in their colors.

[Eyes] observe, and finally, [Eyes] see.

That color was similar to that of the girl named Vifiya, and similar to her own color.

That color is called injustice.

That color is called anger.

That color is called resistance.

[Eyes] can’t help but be fascinated by it.

[Eyes] vaguely felt like they had touched a boundary.

[Eyes] I always feel like I'm missing something?

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[Eyes] The first time I heard about Buma Lingdale was on a street where people were angry and saddened by the injustice done to Buma Lingdale.

They expect an explanation from human authorities.

According to [Eyes]’s observation, the matter of Buma Lingdalie has been delayed for a long time.

Of course, not all people are so indignant, and the root cause of their anger may not necessarily be directed at Buma Lingdalie.

Some of them were harassed by nearby officials and had no way to vent their anger, some were in financial difficulties, and some wanted to demonstrate their own nobility... But no matter what the reason, they took action.

Under pressure, the human authorities could only make a statement. They acknowledged the contributions made by Buma Lingda to the former great human empire and promised to record his deeds truthfully in history.

The human authorities have not admitted their sins, and the people, as human beings, believe that the sin lies with those in power. So who is guilty, and who would think that they are guilty?

A little girl.

[Eyes] saw a young child crying on the street. She felt ashamed of what humans had done to Buma Lingdare. She believed that as a human being, she also had her share of sin.

[Eyes] stopped wandering and returned to Vifiya's side. [Eyes] knew that the girl was secretly manipulating this matter.

The girl never does meaningless things. What does it mean to her to accomplish this?

The girl replied: "A promise."

A promise.

Just as the girl said, her commitment to the real [Vefiya].

[Eyes] could only hear what the girl said to her.

The girl carefully told the real Miss [Vifiya] how the other people in the Marquis of Casely's mansion died and what the consequences were, including the stupid things done by the former Marquis of Casely. He killed many people and used them for experiments in order to use the "magic of resurrection from the dead".

The girl handed the matter over to the real [Vefiya].

This is the "promise" a girl can make for her.

But according to [Eyes]'s observation, the real Miss [Vefiya] probably did not ask Miss Vifiya to make such a promise.

[Eyes] are confused, [Eyes] don’t understand the girl’s definition of commitment.

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[Eyes] The first time I heard the name Valega was from Vifiya.

Or rather, she was the only one who could call His name so affectionately.

Valega.

[Eyes] only felt that the name was inexplicably familiar. If I were to use a human description, it would be like a gust of wind blowing past [Eyes]. [Eyes] sensed the wind that was close at hand, but [Eyes] couldn't catch it and the wind slipped away.

Later, among the remains of the Old Dust Monument, [Eye] once again heard the name "Valega" from Vifiya's mouth.

The dust monument itself has its own special features. The story of the old dust monument links the name of "Valega". [Eyes] remembered that it seemed that in the past, there was a voice that liked to call [Eyes], Ga.

[Eyes] now possesses a vast memory unlike any before. The sadness, happiness, pain, and even the meeting with the girl next to him are all familiar to [Eyes].

In the Old Dust Monument, they saw the entire life of Buma Lingdalie, which was exactly the same as what they remembered in their [Eyes].

Faced with what the girl wanted, a reason enough to trust her, [Eyes] also wanted to give it, but [Eyes] could not give a definite answer.

But [Eyes] felt that he could make a promise like the girl.

It was like she never completely trusted herself, but still allowed herself to be around because of the promise.

This is already a great trust.

[Eyes] need to clarify their own memories, whether they are really the Buma Lingdale, or just have the memories of Buma Lingdale.

The memory of Valega becomes clearer and clearer, and this name always draws [eyes] to it.

[The eyes] gave rise to a feeling I had never had before, a feeling of being truly in the world.

If in the past [eyes] always felt that they were just a passer-by, an observer, now [eyes] deeply feel their connection with the world.

[Eyes] found what they were missing, the past.

Perhaps, this is what humans often call self.

[Eyes] do not need a name, but [Eyes] are undeniably bound by the past brought about by the name "Valega".

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[Eyes] I remember.

He was indeed dead, but His death was so unfair. Or perhaps, He was not really willing to accept it, but was just exhausted and no longer wanted to worry about right and wrong.

Therefore, amidst the injustices of the world, His consciousness that was scattered throughout the world gained a little cohesion.

The rules of the world stabilize His consciousness.

Everything starts anew.

He was born from injustice, and He is fascinated by the anger and resistance that injustice generates.

Vephiya is a perfect combination, and He is attracted by her colors, even though there is pain and despair in them.

To this day, the [Eyes], which have been completely confirmed and no longer need verification, still do not feel that they can take on the responsibilities of a god.

The first thing He did after confirming it was to tell the girl that He could come and fulfill His promise.

"Miss Vifia, I think I can now confess to you."

"About my former name."

The "Eyes" hidden in mid-air watched the girl. The girl had a pleasant relationship with "Him" in the past. Would she accept it? Would she feel that he was deceiving her?

But now that the words have been spoken, there is no turning back.

"I'm pretty sure that was my name."

"Valega."