Chapter 70 Death of the Unaware Mom, this winter, we have...

"Letitia, you don't really believe what the Marquis said, do you?" Balkas stared at his sister opposite him with an indescribable look.

Leticia casually pointed at the kettle on the table, and Balkas poured her hot tea without hesitation. He did not urge her, but watched her slowly pick up the teacup.

But before they could finish the tea, they heard a slight sound coming from underground. Leticia raised her eyes and Balkas looked at her warily.

Only after the warm tea had entered her stomach did Leticia put down the teacup and Balkas stood up.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

Balkas subconsciously looked in Leticia's direction. Catching her gaze, he asked, "Who?"

A voice they were not expecting came from the other side of the door: "It's me, Osha."

Ladyxia pondered in her eyes, but quickly suppressed all her emotions: "Please come in."

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Martial arts training ground.

Naang gripped the hilt of his sword, pausing his movements. Sweat dripped down his face as he looked across at Arnold, who was sparring with him. "Did you hear anything?"

Arnold shook his head.

Na Ang lowered his head and sighed secretly. Could it be that his auditory hallucinations have become worse recently?

Before another round of sparring, Arnold glanced calmly in the direction of the voice.

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In the basement, as Rujin's magic power was about to be withdrawn and the wind blade gradually dimmed, Hefa spoke again at the right time: "Because you can see it."

It was just a simple sentence, and Rujin froze in place. His nails dug harder and harder into the flesh of the wound on his cheek. The pain pulled back his few remaining sanity, and all parts of his face were squeezed together.

His eyes suddenly became clear, just like Rujin that Hefa observed.

He seemed to remember something, and the rationality in his eyes disappeared without a trace. He became crazy again and crawled towards Hefa: "Then how did you know? How did you know!"

Hefa looked down at Rujin, who was like a mad dog, and said calmly, "I don't know."

After thinking for a while, whether it was out of a momentary softness or some other emotion, Hefa added, "You are very talented. At least in today's wizarding world, you can be called a genius."

Rujin hugged his head, curled up, and looked up at Hefa stiffly, his face full of disbelief, tears and blood mixed together: "Genius?"

He subconsciously denied it: "How is it possible? How is it possible! How can I be a genius!"

His hands were shaking uncontrollably. He counted on his fingers, lost in his memories, recounting them one by one. "I'm just a commoner. I don't have the same powerful background as the noble magicians. The teachers couldn't see me. They forced me to eat everyone else's leftover food. They tore up my books. They made me kneel outside to attend class. On snowy days, they tore my clothes into shreds and forced me to kneel there, unable to move. They beat me often, whether they were happy or not. They teleported me to the beast tide. They burned my face, they tore open my scabs and sprinkled salt on them... I finally survived! I finally survived! I finally... saw Mom again... They also took away the only thing Dad left behind, Mom... Mom... Oh, where's Mom?"

He stared at Hefa, his face revealing a childlike innocence and helplessness: "Where's my mother? Do you know where my mother went?"

He gradually became incoherent, at a loss as to where to look or who could help him: "Mom, Mom, Mom went to beg them. It snowed heavily that night, and Mom didn't come back. Mom didn't come back. I didn't dare to sleep. I was afraid that Mom wouldn't see me when she got home. I was afraid that no one would sweep the snow off Mom. I didn't dare to sleep. I couldn't sleep."

"Mom, she never came back."

His voice dropped, completely immersed in his own world: "I went to find them, they... they crushed Dad's belongings. Mom, all that was left of Mom was..." "A skeleton..."

"I can't beat them. I'm such a loser, I can't beat them... I thought I could go find my mother."

"But, will mom hug me and cry? I don't want her to cry."

All the scenes in his memory that he didn't want to recall or face appeared before his eyes one by one in his words.

When he was dying and thinking about what lie he could make up to stop his mother from crying, Benedict appeared. He stretched out his hand to him and said he could help him, he said he could keep him alive, he said he could fulfill his wish.

Live? He has nothing left, what's the point of living? It would be better to just go and see his mother.

In the winter without a fire, only mother’s arms are the warmest.

But, Mom said, she wanted him to have his own value.

His value. What value can a person like him have?

But that was my mother's wish.

Then fulfill mom’s wish and go find her again.

He had his own wishes.

He wanted to prove himself, to prove that he was qualified to live in this world. Even if he was a commoner, even if he had mediocre talents, he could still create something that could change the world.

He wants to prove his own value, the value of his life in this world, and that even a bad person like him has value in living.

This world is not only their world, but also his.

Benedict grabbed his broken soul, pulled him out of the quagmire, and allowed him to glimpse the light. At that moment, Ruguien thought that was all his hope, the redemption he had finally waited for after struggling for so long.

Is God finally willing to have mercy on him?

But now…

"Impossible, impossible, my memory can't be false, impossible!" His eyes were bloodshot, almost crazy, he shouted at Hefa, "How could you not know, how could you not know? Then who knows? Then who knows?"

"Who? Who?" His tone gradually lowered, his eyes gradually became clear, the madness faded away, and he finally regained his sanity, sorted out everything, and thought about who was the person most likely to know the truth.

Slowly, he turned his gaze to the black-robed man who was confronting Vifiya.

On the other side, the man in black robe whose identity was exposed by Vifiya did not show any anger at all.

After increasing the distance again, he asked without denying, "How did you find out?"

He fixed his gaze on her sword indifferently: "So it was you that day too."

A noble lady who looks extremely ordinary actually has such ability. No wonder God noticed her. She exudes a secret scent.

"Aren't you afraid that I will put pressure on the Marquis of Casely?" He seemed unusually interested.

"Will you?" Vifiya's eyes were cold, and she pointed her sword at him. She laughed playfully, "Is the Church about to admit its sins?"

Admit that everything about Valega written on the papers that day was true.

Confess your sins.

He said calmly, "It seems that Miss Vifiya is refusing to bathe in the holy light of God with me. Unfortunately, God likes you very much." He paused, "How did Miss find out?"

His unchanging tone finally changed, with a hint of warning, just loud enough for her to hear: "Miss, do you really want to be an enemy of God?"

Vifia didn't answer his question. As for how she found out, it was when she and Kahalun sneaked into the secret archives, trying to find clues about dragons there, and faced the lifelike mural of the goddess in front of the desk used by the Pope for transcribing.

He has golden pupils.

But the real goddess clearly has pupilless eyes.

The result speaks for itself.

Vifiya tightened her grip on the hilt of the sword. Why was the memory of this life also missing? The memories that were missing in the past were all from a certain life that she had already experienced.

Too much nonsense has been said.

Vifiya was about to attack again when she was suddenly pulled back a few steps by a hand. She looked over vigilantly and was about to stab with the sword in her hand, but when she saw it was Hefa, she stopped.

Hefa motioned for her to look over.

She followed his gaze and looked at the two people not far away.

At this time, Ruguien seemed to have returned to normal. He grabbed Benedict's arm and shook down his hood in a hurry. The face of a noble young man with dark golden hair and light purple eyes appeared in front of them.

Realizing what he had done, Ruguien frantically tried to pull his hood up, but Benedict dodged it gently. Ruguien dropped his hand and said, "Benedict, what's going on? Tell me, what's going on? Why doesn't my memory match what they said?"

Vifiya glanced at Hefa, who had no reaction to the identity of the man in black robe.

Noticing her look, Hefa shrugged.

Benedict did not answer. He stared at Ruguien in silence. The latter was breathing rapidly. He really wanted to get a result.

"Benedict." His face still showed dependence on him. He pinched the corner of his robe and said, "Tell me, is there something wrong with my memory?"

Seeing that Benedict still refused to answer, Ruguien tightened his grip, a trace of grievance on his terrifying face: "Even you don't want to tell me?"

Benedict's eyes didn't change. His eye bags were dark blue. He stared at Ruguien for a while before he spoke slowly, "The memory is real."

After receiving the accurate answer, Rujin's face was filled with joy. He murmured to himself: "I said it, I said it, how could my memory be false? Right, Benny..."

His expression froze, he lowered his head blankly, and his heart felt cold.

It turned out to be Benedict's dagger.

He stared blankly at the young man in front of him, who was no different from the young man who had reached out to him in the past. A sharp pain swept over him and the air was cut off.

His vision gradually blurred, and he reached out his hand, trying to grab the young man's hand again.

This time, the young man did not hold him.

He fell to the ground, and before he lost consciousness, he saw the people who bullied him in the past and the pain he had never forgotten. He seemed to see his mother, who was wearing exactly the same clothes as when she went out that day.

Mom, we have a fire this winter!

I'm sorry, mom. I haven't realized my own value. Will you be disappointed in me?

The listless young man lowered his eyes indifferently. He retrieved the dagger from Rujin's body and said, "Still so useless."

Memories are real, but what about experiences?

Are the pain and despair he brought to those people he met real?

The feelings are real.

But mother's embrace is fake and has never existed.

Benedict understood this better than anyone.