Chapter 44: His Lament (Part 3) Tearing apart the imprisoned thoughts of mankind…

The altar at the back suddenly caught fire.

Vifiya looked over, the firelight flickered in her eyes. For some reason, she felt a bad premonition again in her heart. This was not a good sign.

The last time He felt this way, He killed Himself.

She turned her head and saw that Valega, who was wearing a purple dress, was also looking at the altar.

On the other hand, the other Him continued to stare at her intently. He smiled and said, "You've already guessed it, haven't you?"

"From the moment humans devoured our flesh and blood, from the moment another Valega collapsed under the weight and died, we were destined to be unable to leave. We will eventually die. This is the predetermined and only ending for us as Valega."

"We are still here because of our own obsessions. We still have unfulfilled wishes. That's all."

There is no possibility that their wishes will come true. Buma Lingdalie understands his own situation and knows that they may not be able to wait for that day.

They have persisted through the long years, pursuing the light that may be seen at an unknown time, and have come all the way to the present day, a full nine hundred years.

Until Vifiya came before them, they saw the future that belonged to them alone. They were about to die, and all this was finally coming to an end.

Vifiya felt her heart beating, but a sense of sadness inevitably arose in her. The dragon would still die. He had persisted until now, but still could not get freedom?

As if sensing her emotions, Valega, in the purple dress, comforted her for the first time, saying awkwardly, "There's no need to be like this. This is the best outcome for us."

Is this really the best ending? But they are already exhausted and cannot bear another betrayal.

Vifiya pursed her lips, still holding in her hand what would become the only proof that Buma Lingdalie had ever existed in this world. She took a deep breath and asked, "What is your wish?"

How unfair it is that He should have been the center of attention, enjoying freedom amidst praise, but now He is imprisoned and dying in silence.

It’s so unfair!

After many rebirths, Vifiya no longer interferes in matters that do not concern her, but this time, she wants to do so. Valega should not have ended like this. Everything he did for mankind should not be obliterated in history, and he should not be forgotten.

She wants all people in this world to remember His achievements and everything He has done for mankind. She wants people to remember His name again.

And then there is human sin.

Whether it was for Him or for her own desire to go home, she had to do it.

Both Valegas looked at her, their thoughts and emotions now shared.

What's the point of saying their wishes? They can't be fulfilled.

But at least someone will remember them, the name Valega, and his unfulfilled wish.

She will remember.

"I want to see Thesmera."

To Vifiya's surprise, the first person to speak out was the human-hating Valega.

The other Valega lowered his head to hide the confusion in his eyes. He didn't know who Thesmera was, or rather, he didn't remember.

It's probably a sequelae.

"I want freedom."

The voice was so low that Vifiya almost couldn't hear it.

She had witnessed Valega's story, so Valega was not willing to coerce her and would not ask for anything from her.

He felt very happy just to realize that there was such a being who could tell his life story from birth to death.

Yes, He knew. From gazing into His eyes at His birthplace, to Him bestowing names upon the elves, to experiencing the harvest festival with Him, to flying in the sky, to being betrayed by humans, to Valega's suicide...

Finally, here, He has always known that there is such a human being, a lost soul from another world, who is witnessing His unique life.

Valega took a step forward, her white skirt fluttering. Under Vifiya's surprised gaze, she held her face, stood on tiptoe, and kissed her forehead.

Ancient runes formed a magic circle that was rotating on her forehead. Bits of golden light fell, and the wooden handle in her hand became hot.

The flames from the altar behind him suddenly shot up into the sky.

He looked into her crimson eyes, his smile growing softer, yet tinged with sadness. "It's time to say goodbye, soul from another world. I acknowledge your past and praise your resilience. I allow you to be the master of my power. In the name of Valega, I grant you the final blessing of the Buma Lingda Lie. You will finally get what you wish for."

In a corner that Vifiya didn't notice, golden light carved her name on the wooden handle, and also carved a complicated rune on her wrist, and finally the golden light disappeared.

"He" took a step back and lowered his hand. Valega, wearing a purple dress, walked over to the other "He" and said, "Step out of that door and leave here."

Walega, dressed in a white dress, waved at her and said, "Goodbye. The road you are on will be very difficult, so please, please don't look back."

Vifiya lowered her eyes to stop the tears from falling. When she raised her head again, her face was full of determination: "Please, wait for me."

Worried that He would ignore her determination, she said again, "Please!"

Vephia's gaze lingered on their faces for a moment, trying to engrave their appearance into her mind. She would remember them.

Valega, who was wearing a white dress, was surprised by her thoughts. Her departing figure was reflected in her blue vertical pupils, but she did not look back.

He gently held the hand of his other self beside him, and the flames of the altar flickered behind him.

Vifiya's figure disappeared before their eyes.

"She seems serious. Let's go in later."

A little later, to die.

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The sun shines through the curtains, and a thin layer of light lies on the floor.

A magic circle suddenly appeared and a figure stepped out. The man didn't look at anything and went straight to Vifiya's bed.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the sleeping girl for a while, and was surprised to find something interesting. There was a playful look in his eyes, and he reached out and grasped her fragile neck. The touch in his hand was delicate, but he showed no pity at all, and his grip tightened slightly.

Noticing the change in her aura, he stopped what he was doing and the smile on his face widened. It had been a long time since he had seen such a thoughtful ordinary person.

He let go of her hand, pulled a chair over and sat at the end of the bed. He pulled out a book from the room at random, opened it slowly and read, waiting for Vifia to wake up.

Time passed little by little, the sun became increasingly brighter, and the girl on the bed finally opened her eyes.

Vifiya, who had vaguely seen other people in the room, suddenly woke up, sat up straight, concealed the movement of her left hand, and touched the dagger under the pillow.

The moment she saw who it was, surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly hid it. It was really unexpected. What was he doing here?

He didn't miss her surprise. His heart beat faster as he realized something. He said, "You're awake. I'm Hefa Ganache."

After a pause, he added, "He's a magician from the Holy See."

Weifeiya didn't know what expression to show. She showed a look of surprise appropriately: "Master Magician, is there something wrong with you?"

As a member of the Kesley family who values ​​etiquette, she added sternly, "This is my dormitory, right? Even if you're the Master Magician, wouldn't you consider it rude to not have my permission?"

Hefa looked at the noble lady teasingly, and instead of answering her question, he said, "Stop pretending. You know me, right?"

He was certain, absolutely certain, that Vifia Kesley knew him. The look in her eyes when she first saw him couldn't be fake. Not only that...

He swallowed the other question. This was not the purpose of his coming here. If he asked that question, it would be detrimental to what he was going to do next.

The unexpected words caught Vifiya off guard. She quickly adjusted herself, smiled softly, and did not deny his words: "You do look familiar to me. Maybe we've met before."

Who can tell what is true and what is false?

Hefa looked at her deeply, without dwelling on the issue too much, he closed the book, put it aside and walked towards her.

Vifiya gripped the dagger that was already under the quilt and slightly adjusted her posture to facilitate the action.

He stopped not far away, and there was still a faint aura of Buma Lingda's power on her.

A piece of paper floated before her eyes, and Hefa said, "This is Shen Sanghua."

Vifiya took a look and saw that it was a flower from the place where dragons were born, and it was also a flower that only dragons could create. She was very sure that this kind of flower did not exist in the current East Continent, and she had not seen any relevant records about the Shensang flower.

"Have you met Buma Lingdalie?" Hefa took back the paper and spoke to himself, "I'm here to seek your cooperation."

Although his current behavior was very much his style, Vifiya did not trust him. She asked doubtfully, "I don't know what you are talking about?"

Hefa had expected her vigilance. He hummed softly, and a small magic circle appeared beside him. He reached in, took out a book that looked very old, and handed it to Vifia.

She took it hesitantly with her right hand, only to hear Hefa say, "Have you ever heard of God's favorite?"

He waved his hand again, "It's not important."

"Nine hundred years ago, the human leader betrayed Buma Lingdare. After discovering this, the first great magician tried to stop it. But by the time she discovered the conspiracy, it was too late. When she arrived, the only thing left was His blood."

"The first great magician stormed into the human leader's residence. She had no information about the Buma Lingdare. Although she inflicted heavy damage on the human leader in the ambush, she was still seriously injured and was eventually rescued by my ancestor."

Vifiya turned the pages of the old but well-preserved book while listening to him speak. Her eyes fell on a paragraph of blurred words:

"In this plan to massacre Buma Lingdare, the person I love most used the gem that I was most proud of, which could store a large amount of pure magic power, to kill him, the great being I admired the most. How can I atone for my sin to him? How can I kneel before him and beg him to kill me? My sin is unforgivable."

Hefa's voice was in his ears: "The first great magician preserved the power of Buma Lingdalie. Her descendants must feel this magic. Remember this magic. We have never stopped searching for it. Until now, you have the fluctuations of its power."

His eyes rolled and stopped on her. This was the reason why he came to her, and it was also the only thing he could not do as he pleased but had to do.

Vifiya turned page after page and saw a line of words in the dried blood.

“I want to garland Him again.”