Chapter 43 His Lament (Part 2) With my broken heart...

Vifiya's smile deepened. She quickly walked over to Valega and leaned close to her: "Right?"

She accepted the scrutiny of His eyes with openness.

Valega withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward. He had underestimated her. How could a human being who could survive constant rebirth and death without losing her spirit be so weak? Her heart was stronger than anyone else's.

Even more powerful than the part of himself that committed suicide.

He paused, then changed direction and walked to the right.

Vifiya followed Him and began to look around. There was only a bare white. This Valega was completely different from the previous one.

It is now completely certain that the reason she can come into contact with Valega is because this is no longer the past, but the present.

His heart was divided into three, and three Valegas were born.

One is dead, so there are two left.

Valega paused at the white border and said, "The other me is inside."

Vifiya glanced at Him, walked forward, and placed her hand on the edge. The smooth touch was transmitted to her through her skin.

He continued, "This space is suppressing and devouring my strength. I cannot break free."

Vifiya understood what He meant. In other words, this was a cage specially made for Him.

She didn't believe that humans nine hundred years ago could have done this.

She looked at Valega: "You don't doubt the goddess?"

“He won’t.”

Listening to His words, blurted out almost without thinking, Vifiya imitated His raised eyebrows: "But in the past nine hundred years, it seems that He has never looked for you."

Nine hundred years is a very long time. Doesn't he hate the goddess? Does he hate her for not coming to save him? Aren't they close friends?

She already had a guess in her mind, but she still needed to confirm whether the fake one that was now being worshipped in the church had appeared nine hundred years ago?

If it were...

Although Valega temporarily trusted her, seeing her doubt Thesmera, his eyes turned cold, but he still patiently explained: "Magic is not omnipotent. Even gods have their limitations."

He raised the corner of his lips and tilted his head: "Aren't you here?"

Yes, she came. No matter what, she came here because of the goddess Lehomy to see the dragon.

Her sight returned to the white border before her. The dragon's power could not break it. As the only one who had possessed other powers in this place for nine hundred years, she was just an ordinary person without even magic power. Unless...

She placed her hand gently on it, and red mist peeked out from the silver bracelet. Then, thick red mist surrounded Vifiya's hand and climbed up the border, instantly invading the interior of the border with a tough attitude.

There was a wriggling red in the white, and the border kept expanding. Vifiya slowly retreated along it. A wisp of red mist broke through the border, and then the white shattered, leaving only the red mist like the branches of a large tree. The moment the white quickly returned to its original state, the red mist crushed it all.

The white color was like a drizzle of rain, but it completely disappeared before it hit the ground.

Valega stared at Vifiya's back, and his heart, which had been silent for nine hundred years, was almost about to beat again because of her red mist.

Judging from her appearance, she seemed unaware of how powerful this force was. This soul lost in another world, the world behind her was extremely powerful.

He lowered his eyes. There was almost no connecting channel between the worlds. No matter how she came here, it was basically impossible for her to go back.

But this is the most terrifying part. In her world, her God is trying to take her back.

What is scary is not that God is powerful, but that this God cares about her. He is not hesitating to retaliate himself and is also creating a way for her to return.

It seemed like He had been trying for a long time.

Even though His power is greatly weakened in this world due to His boundness by the rules of the world, He is still creating opportunities for her.

Her bracelet is the medium through which God directly exerts his power.

That was not an ordinary red mist, but the concrete manifestation of the power of the god from another world in this world.

Even though God had not communicated with Vifiya, she gritted her teeth and did not give up.

None of them gave up.

The tacit understanding and trust between them are like silk threads, not dense but extremely tough.

It's crazy.

For a moment, Valega didn't know how to comment. His wisdom allowed him to see these things, but he didn't know what to say.

Is He...envious?

He clenched his hands at his sides. It was a very complicated feeling. He had to admit that he hated humans, but also envied the indestructibility between them.

Vifiya withdrew her hand, and after the white border disappeared, there was an unlocked door.

A very rustic wooden door.

She looked at Valega, who knew the place better, and saw Him step forward, reach out and touch the door, and then an indescribable look appeared on His face.

He put his hand down and spoke to her instead, "You open it." He paused, feeling as if he was trying to trick her, and couldn't help but explain, "This door can only be opened by humans."

Although Vifiya was surprised by His sudden kindness towards her and the reduction of His hostility, she still put her hand on the door without much effort.

"Squeak~"

The girl in front of the altar was sleeping peacefully until she heard the sound of the door opening. Then she opened her eyes sleepily and saw two figures walking in the light.

His gaze fell fixed on Vifiya, the corners of his lips curved up as he smiled gently. This human is so beautiful and shiny. I like her.

But humans didn't come over, so He had no choice but to go over by Himself.

He stood up, barefoot, lifted up the hem of his white skirt, and trotted to her step by step under Vifiya's surprised gaze.

He paused, raised his head and looked at her curiously, then lowered his eyes to stare at her hand. He gently and softly held it. He smiled contentedly, lifted his eyelids, and asked, "Are you here to take me out?"

Another completely different Valega, this Valega's eyes were too pure, and he looked at Vifiya with love, as if he had found a treasure.

Like a child, she couldn't help but soften her tone, slightly bending her knees to meet His gaze. "Yes, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Upon hearing this, Valega was stunned, and the other Valega was also stunned.

Walega, who was wearing a white long dress, smiled happily. As she smiled, tears began to flow down her face. She couldn't stop them. She suddenly hugged Vifiya and said, "Yeah!"

Valega, who was wearing a purple dress, turned away, her eyes burning.

For a long time, the Valegas have been waiting, waiting for humans to open the door that imprisoned them, but they waited and waited, until the day when they were eaten by humans, and then they found that they had already died. They could no longer deceive themselves. Humans had their own difficulties, and they would let them return to the blue sky.

The truth torn open by humans themselves is bloody and this is a true betrayal.

It was also at that moment that they sensed the presence of the other two Valegas. Their pain, hatred, and love for humans erupted in an instant, and one of them killed himself.

Of the other two, one persisted until now with hatred, while the other chose to forget, downplaying the betrayal, leaving only beautiful memories to support Him.

Then Vifiya was able to see them again, to see Valega.

After an unknown amount of time, Valega, who was wearing a white dress, stopped crying. He leaned on her shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "I really like you."

"I also like humans. They are so small and fragile, yet they are willing to give everything for their homes. They unite as one and face difficulties together. Even when they know there is danger, they will still rush forward without hesitation for tomorrow. I like humans like this."

"They would put garlands on me, teach me to dance, treat me to delicious food, and give me shiny gems. If my scales were scratched, they would be sad for a long time."

"Although, I prefer flowers. It would be even better if they could give me flowers, especially the mulberry flowers. They are really, really beautiful, super beautiful."

Without waiting for Vifiya’s reaction, He emerged from her embrace and extended His hand towards Valega, who was wearing a purple dress. “You actually like her too, don’t you?”

Valega knows Valega.

Valega, who was wearing a purple dress, looked down at His hand for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking about. Then she slowly placed her hand over His hand, with golden light flashing.

Then the Valega in the purple skirt withdrew his hand, and the other "Him" stuffed the thing into Vifiya's hand.

It is a simple wooden handle, carved with flowers from the fields where He was born.

“Inherit our power.” said Valega in a white dress. He stood on tiptoe and touched Vifiya’s head.

"Our power has been almost completely devoured, but we still retain the purest core of power." Valega in the purple dress glanced at the wooden handle in her hand. "You don't have any magic power, so we can't pass it on to you. We can only give you our power in this form."

Vifiya held the wooden handle tightly. This was almost like making arrangements for one's last wishes, and she was very familiar with it. But, didn't she agree that she would take them out?

Her gaze moved back and forth between them, finally settling on Valega, who was wearing a white dress.

The words that were lingering on my lips turned out to be: "Do you trust me so much?" What if I am here to deceive you too?

She is well aware of the baseness of human nature.

"I believe you because you are a human being, and humans won't lie to me." He looked at her with a smile and indulgence in her eyes.

Vifiya didn't expect that she would get such an answer. She witnessed Buma Lingdare. His story, His life, and His tragedy all came from humans, but even such a Him would still believe in humans.

Did she find it ironic? Did she think humans didn't deserve this love? Or even if that was the case, was it foolish of a dragon to offer this love to a human?

She knew it was neither.

Buma Lingdare possesses wisdom. His wisdom provides a shelter for mankind, wins victory for mankind, and paves the way for the future for mankind.

But humans ate His flesh and blood, dug out His heart, and imprisoned Him in the darkness underground.

One part of him was wailing, and one part of him was waiting for humans to take him out.

One point killed myself.

He loves humanity and all things, just as He loves freedom.