Chapter 105 The Flower of Deception On this day, her "beloved" little princess...

"Eleanor, don't scare me..."

When did Andra start crying so pitifully and weakly? She can't even breathe.

Oh...it was the very first life.

Rough hands brushed across her cheeks, and tears fell from the air.

The emaciated woman lay quietly on her back on the ground.

Her still young and strong lover wept as he brushed his hair aside, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Eleanor in her first life had already lost consciousness by this time, but in her fourth life, she watched Andra's distorted expression with the help of her supernatural senses.

She was in great pain.

Eleanor was able to transcend space and time, feeling this overwhelming and piercing pain solely through the details of the image.

She had never seen Andra so desperate; the flame in his golden-red eyes had been completely extinguished, and he looked no different from a poor commoner who feared for his life.

"Don't scare me, Eleanor...Are you asleep?"

Andra's voice was sometimes soft and sometimes loud. Her irises were cloudy as she looked at her deceased lover, as if at some point she truly believed that he was just sleeping soundly.

After an unknown amount of time, Andra quieted down.

She scooped Eleanor up from the ground and held her tightly in her arms.

Eleanor's heart sank.

She's gone mad.

If the mad Andra had been able to die with her body in a secluded corner, many unnecessary tragedies could have been avoided.

In that lifetime, Andra had many outstanding daughters.

They will fight each other at first, but sooner or later the strongest one will emerge, and then, taking advantage of the favorable situation left by their mothers, they will continue to climb the technology tree and create a peaceful and prosperous country.

But that won't happen.

Her reason and emotions combined all her memories, leading her directly to the final conclusion.

In that incarnation of Andra... he would never accept Eleanor's death.

An endless expanse of perception whispered in Eleanor's ear.

You were everything to Andra.

"Do you regret it? My daughter."

The voice of the deity pierced through space, resounding for the first time during her remaining life.

Eleanor's lips trembled. She knew that if she opened her mouth and said, "Yes, I regret it," her mother would grant her wish and send her back to the original timeline.

It can be either at the beginning or the end.

She could either return to her teenage years and fall in love with the naive Andra again, or she could come back to their wedding day, tap Andra's nose, and tell her that she must never marry anyone else.

...and before Andra goes crazy, you can cup her face in your hands and say to her, "It's okay, let's go home."

Everything can be changed for you.

Their decades-long love kept replaying in her mind.

That was Andra, who loved her the most, and Andra, whom she loved the most.

"No, Mother."

The deity had some doubts.

"Why? You clearly miss her, and you were just thinking about your child too."

That's not us...

"Is that really not it?"

Andra's children... the faces of the children she had cared for, educated, and loved flashed through fragments of memory, mingling with the gasps of the servants outside the dream.

That was just... just a false feeling.

In feudal times, concubines and their daughters were in an awkward position, so they had to brainwash themselves to "love" the queen, who was of higher status, hoping to be adopted and eventually ascend the throne.

That's all...

You're mistaken.

The Mother Goddess rudely interrupted her escapist fantasies.

"The children's love for you, and your love for them, is purer than you can imagine."

So, you really don't want to go back to her—go back to them?

Forget those regrets and the pain that could have never existed, and lift up new hope to the heavens.

Eleanor shook her head in the void, and the exclamations of the servants around her subsided slightly.

"Her Highness's fever has subsided..."

"Shh, feed her some more soup. Be careful, hold her steady."

...Then the scene shifted again, and a tall figure stood beside her with outstretched arms.

The second Andra, with his back to his newlywed queen, spread his arms and said with a smile, "The buttons are in the back, it's really inconvenient."

"......"

Eleanor silently watched her past self unbutton Andra's clothes, then her belt.

What was an incredibly warm and cozy daily life in her first life was filled with bitterness for her in her second life.

With her country destroyed and her family ruined... At this point, she was unaware that her sister had already died. She simply followed Andra numbly, wanting to live a little longer and make more changes.

But when she moved past her grief and resentment, Eleanor saw the caution on Andra's face.

She was still deeply attracted to her.

The proud and young queen was invincible and unwilling to show her vulnerability and weakness to anyone, not even her beloved queen with whom she was willing to share power.

"Let's have a baby, Eleanor."

Andra, who was gently kissing her, dared not close his eyes, intently studying his wife's expression, not wanting to miss any detail.

Young Andra's eyes were gentle and tender, and a smug smile played on his lips.

At this moment, she overlapped with the young Andra from the beginning; both of them retained a touch of innocence and naivety under the favor of fate.

With loved ones by your side, and power and wealth within easy reach, is this not the human realm? It is clearly a feast where the gods never part.

Pat-pat, pat-pat.

The handsome young man kissed his wife as dawn broke, while guards from another timeline came to visit their princess.

Eleanor could hear everyone's whispers.

Someone brought in a doctor who was said to be very famous.

The scholar applied a clear ointment to her face, saying, "Although Her Highness's fever has subsided, it might be helpful to let some blood flow out to remove the toxins from her body."

"don't want!"

"...don't want."

Coral's scream mingled with Eleanor's weak voice, and the servant's eyes lit up as he knelt beside the princess: "Your Highness, you're awake? Are you feeling any better?"

She's probably slept all day.

To put everyone's minds at ease, Eleanor nodded and slowly got up.

The light no longer flickered before my eyes, but everything in my field of vision rushed into my mind, transforming into eternally lasting messages.

After a day of adjusting to bed rest, Eleanor slowly stood up despite the overwhelming flow of information.

Her voice was still very loud and noisy, but fortunately she was able to subconsciously ignore the pounding of her heart and the gurgling of her blood.

Eleanor barely managed to finish her meal, then washed up and collapsed heavily back into bed, falling asleep.

The bizarre and fantastical scenes unfolded page by page, and countless thoughts fell like shooting stars.

She has a lot to do now; this state of heightened awareness and hyperthymesia is too much for her. She probably won't live much longer in this life, and she must finish what she didn't complete in her previous lives as soon as possible...

In a daze, the dream returned once again.

It's Andra.

She reappeared in front of the fire and slowly warmed herself.

The pursuers lay scattered outside the woods, a branch laden with roasted fish sat on a fire, and the seawater flooded the forest, with fish swimming back and forth at their feet.

The original world line and the third world line intersect from this point on.

...She remains unchanged.

Andra, in his youth, has never changed; he remains forever full of vitality.

Don't worry.

Andra took the branch off and once again uttered the vow she had repeated countless times: "I will protect you, Your Highness."

"......"

Eleanor covered her face under the gaze of the starry sky.

She did not want to return to the original timeline.

Because that timeline is full of regrets; too many things were done wrong and missed.

But she still has the opportunity to change everything; the present moment is real.

She is constantly changing, but Andra and everyone else have returned to square one.

"I love you, Eleanor."

The boy in the garden, the youth behind the curtain, Anya wearing a jeweled crown, the lover she chases day and night... one Andra after another, at different times and places, express their deep feelings with different expressions.

A shy smile, a solemn vow, the emotion of mutual understanding, an unsolvable worry... countless images overlap, outlining an indelible figure.

The Mother Goddess's voice rang out again.

"My child, I hope you can find happiness."

Yes, happiness.

What does happiness mean to me?

"Andra."

【"Um?"】

The young girl nestled tightly in her lover's arms, whispering in the quiet night, "It's nothing, I'm just... happy."

At that moment, the fire and the fish became blurry in Eleanor's eyes, leaving only Andra's clear figure.

The girl standing in the forest took a step forward, preparing to walk towards the only source of light.

......don't want.

No, no, no.

Don't go near her anymore... it will only bring misfortune.

Having finally gained extraordinary perception and memory in this lifetime, wouldn't it be better to leave Andra and make a name for yourself?

But--

She really wanted to get closer.

Thorns emerged from the darkness, coiling and binding the girl's ankles.

"Ugh!" Eleanor collapsed to the ground, the sensation of being scratched intertwined with the memory of the poison from her past life, and it suddenly flared up!

It hurts so much...!

Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at the blurry fire, where Andra's figure had vanished.

"it hurts......"

Eleanor struggled to open her eyes as the metallic taste of blood filled her throat.

But the nightmare pressed heavily on him, making it impossible to even move a finger.

Rustle, rustle.

What is that sound?

The real voice drew closer clearly, causing the phantom to vanish silently.

It is nighttime.

Eleanor finally opened her eyes a crack, but there was no light in the dark curtains.

...Who's approaching?

Crackling sound, crackling sound.

A very soft yet loud sound rang in my ears, followed by a strong heartbeat and breathing.

"......"

In fact, everyone has a unique scent.

The memories accumulated over several lifetimes caused tears to well up quickly.

Andra.

"Your Highness, do not be afraid."

The young man deftly slipped through the curtains and gently placed his hand on the back of her hand.

“I was so worried about you,” Andra said cautiously. “I—I just wanted to sneak a peek at you today. May I touch your forehead?”

The sense of touch is expanding.

Tears spread silently from a tiny spot to the whole body, overflowing from my eyes.

"good."

Andra's eyes lit up after she agreed.

Even in the absence of light, Eleanor could see her bright, fiery gold-red eyes.

A small, soft palm gently covered it and then pressed against it.

The warmth of their bodies slowly transferred in the darkness.

"It's a bit chilly."

Andra stroked her hand for a long time before reluctantly letting go.

She could vaguely see in the dark and couldn't help but look at it again and again.

This little princess seems a bit different from a few days ago.

Perhaps she was even weaker because of the onset of the illness, but even in her weakness... she was still very cute.

She couldn't be sure what had changed.

But Andra felt that the girl in front of him had a certain subtle charm that made her even more attractive than before.

A wonderful fragrance seemed to linger around her nose, making her mouth water.

Glug.

Andra blushed and lowered her hand: she almost unconsciously put it under her nose and smelled it!

"Andra." The little princess lay on the bed, wrapped her arms around her waist, and rested her little head on her stomach.

"Well?"

"If you run away now, you still have time, right?"

Eleanor's soft hair rubbed slowly against her chest, her profile peeking out like a cat.

"......"

Andra was stunned for a moment, but her youthful spirit made her quickly hug the little girl back and laugh brightly.

"No way!"

Swipe—

Suddenly, those small hands grabbed Andra's wrists and pulled her down.

Princess Andra wasn't very strong, but she obediently lay down on the bed, letting the princess wrap her in the blankets like a doll.

"Your Highness..."

Shh, they're here.

Andra obediently shrank back inside, and after a few seconds, she indeed heard light footsteps.

"Your Highness Eleanor, you're awake? Would you like something to eat?"

"No need, I'll just have some water and go back to sleep. I'll get up for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Eleanor responded gently to Coral, stroking Andra's hair, earlobe, and cheek with one hand.

Thump, thump, thump.

What kind of feeling is that?

Even after the servants left the bedroom, Andra still couldn't figure it out.

rustle.

Eleanor threw back the covers and slipped in, her cool ankles pressed against her burning calves. Her slender wrists encircled her neck, silencing her rapid breathing.

The princess gave a delicate yawn and said in a fluffy voice, "Goodnight, Andra," before pressing herself tightly against her chest.

"Goodnight...Should I leave...?" Andra's hand reached out from under the covers, only to be pressed back down by a small hand.

"Don't run away." Forever.

The girl looked up at her and smiled brightly.

And so, Andra will never forget in this life.

On this day, her "beloved" little princess fell from the sky like a star.

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Author's note: Love is stronger than hate—so love passionately, love passionately, love passionately!

Wrap your lover's neck with that intense love, stronger than a curse, and offer love that exceeds all limits.

“I really—really love you, Andra.”

She will dance with heightened senses, never forgetting.

Eleanor will shower everyone with "blessings" and then demand the "due" return; she will shine like a star.