Chapter 117 Times Change "Mother, I am willing to drink the water of grace..."

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"Phew~" Eleanor couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh the moment she fell into the river of blood.

The transparent soul was immersed in the flowing water, and many of the fine scratches and wear on it were immediately healed.

A blessing for longevity can sometimes turn into a curse.

As she grew older, her brain absorbed more and more information, and in her last few years, she experienced a life of walking a tightrope, much like the Little Mermaid.

A gentle, warm breeze swept by, and Eleanor, who was drifting, was lifted into the air by a pair of invisible hands.

"Should we continue?"

"I want more."

She answered the Mother Goddess's question firmly, and those hands gently caressed the wounds on her soul.

Eleanor did not refuse.

If one were to enter the next life carrying these excruciating wounds, one would only collapse completely amidst the fragmentation.

Unseen fingers brushed across her soul, causing the transparent color to shimmer with pure light.

Eleanor closed her eyes, enjoying the healing power of her mother, and asked softly.

“Mother, may I ask you to take back my extrasensory perception and extrasensory memory? They are too heavy.”

Rustling.

Two golden specks of light gently peeled away from the shimmering soul and returned to the sky.

The clattering sounds in Eleanor's ears and the colorful spots in her eyes vanished abruptly, leaving only a reassuring emptiness and solitude.

"Phew—thank you."

Eleanor took a deep breath in the void. It hadn't been easy; after all these years, she could finally breathe normally again!

"So, have you decided how you're going to get through this?"

The Mother Goddess's slight curiosity was conveyed directly through her soul.

He could see Eleanor wavering as she entered the water: the child was almost convinced that she was happy in this life.

Eleanor wasn't truly happy; she was in great pain... but she was also acutely aware that the outcome of this life was very close to the "good ending" she believed in.

Eleanor could confidently assert that Hertuya and Norlanna under her leadership enjoyed a happiness and abundance far beyond their time.

She laid the scientific foundation for future generations, greatly accelerated technological progress, promoted the development of productivity, and allowed humanism to sprout earlier than usual.

This series of measures could very well allow the era to skip the dark centuries or even millennia and leap into the modern era as she knows it.

Before her death, she also designated a very capable successor.

Eleanor felt a surge of pride when she thought of Anna, whom she had raised herself.

She was certain that this child, in terms of both character and talent, would be no less than any future leader. Even if she and Andra had ten children of their own, there was a 99% chance they wouldn't be able to produce a better one.

How can a throne inherited through bloodline compare to being chosen from among a hundred million people in the vast ocean of the people?

Her dream of "bringing happiness to more people" has been fulfilled.

Even Andra was happy in the end, right?

Eleanor's smile gradually faded.

She lived to be 100 years old and didn't want to die, hoping that news of her death wouldn't reach Andra.

Even if Andra in this life may no longer have any obsession with her, or even be unable to hear news from this far away, she still remembers the painful look on her lover's face in the original timeline.

She... still hopes to continue in the next life.

Because the ending wasn't perfect, and—in the end, she took advantage of Andra far too much.

Their identities were suddenly reversed thanks to her efforts.

For the first few decades of her life, she treated Andra like a beast of burden, and in the end, no matter how wonderful the things she gave back to Andra, they were far less valuable than the fodder for a beast of burden to Andra himself.

"Holy King!" they shouted, reciting his glorious title.

This title is well-deserved, but there are too many people carrying heavy burdens behind it.

They may not have desired such an ending; they were simply swept along by her, going against the tide, using power from the future to prematurely break down the barriers of the era.

Those who come after will find happiness, but what about this life? My friends who have given everything in this life, I hope you will be rewarded in this life.

Eleanor's soul shone brightly, and at this moment—or even earlier—the stars in the heavens were watching her not only with the eyes of the Mother Goddess.

Reincarnation and death, flowers and stars, love and covenant, wisdom and civilization, royalty and revenge, adversity and reversal, diligence and hope... countless elements converge here, which is the spark lit by brilliant souls and the stepping stone for life's ascension.

She wanted to take on everything, to become the queen who could carry everyone's hopes, yet she worried that her willfulness would lead to a regretful ending in the real future.

She tilted her head back and asked softly, "If..."

【"Can."】

The Mother Goddess gently replied, "When it's all over, you can choose your favorite ending."

Kind stars, I promise you happiness, so try your best—for this beautiful world, for you who are so wonderful.

The stars in the sky twinkled one after another, outlining a blurry, invisible yet inevitable smile.

The god released his hand, and the shimmering soul was thrown back into the river of blood, flowing towards the human world.

......

Light, endless light filled the field of vision.

It was no longer an overly sensitive vision encompassing everything, but a dazzling light illuminating the path for the soul.

Go forth, go forth, soul that has been tempered—daughter blessed by her mother.

Rustle, rustle.

Someone is stroking the gauze curtain with their hand, and the bells are tinkling.

A tear slid down the girl's cheek, but her lips curved into a comfortable smile.

I will take responsibility for everything.

Even though memories were fading upon awakening, and even cognition was beginning to slowly regress from its late-life state, Eleanor did not panic or rush.

Her extraordinary perception and memories dissipated with her reincarnation, but some things remained unchanged.

Not all messages are worth remembering, and she—a holy queen who had lived for decades—was naturally well-prepared.

Three, two, one.

She silently counted to three, then steadily got up, slipped on her slippers before her sister woke up, and walked briskly to the window frame.

"...Hmm?" Mysella seemed to hear something. She struggled on the bed, refusing to open her eyes for a moment.

Eleanor had already walked to the window and saw Andra's languid face in the corridor through the windowpane.

Sure enough, the child wasn't kneeling obediently; he was sitting on the ground killing time.

That's true. Even if the "me" of that time had seen it, I would have just thought it was cute.

The girl smiled and tapped the door frame twice with her fingers.

"?!" Andra suddenly stood up and strode over.

Thorns and Manju, who were guarding outside the door, saw her actions and hurriedly tried to stop her.

"Andra—you go practice your sword with everyone first, I have something to do today!" She shouted loudly, putting her hand to her lips, and then turned to instruct Coral who had rushed over.

"Sister Coral, could you get me some paper and a pen?"

Her tone was very relaxed, and her expression and actions were quite different from before.

However, no one questioned the princess's order. Coral, upon hearing this, instinctively ran out to get paper and pen, only to chuckle halfway there and say, "Heidi, you come with me!"

The parchment and ink bottle were quickly placed on the table.

Eleanor sat down in the chair and began to copy meticulously.

Her writing movements were a little hesitant at first, but they quickly became fluent.

Coral couldn't help but move closer and stand beside her to take a look. She noticed that the little princess's writing looked like a string of tadpoles, one after another. After looking at it for a while, she retreated, completely bewildered.

This is a shorthand code that Eleanor created in her past life by combining strokes and letters.

She knew she would have to give up her super memory ability, so she could use the code to write down as many of her memories as possible from before they faded away.

Having lived through three lifetimes, Eleanor is fully aware of the importance of each memory.

The most important and least forgotten things are research projects and important blueprints. Once this knowledge is lost, it will have to be recovered from scratch, which will consume a lot of manpower and resources.

Secondly, there are the times of important events, some key names, and their locations. This information is relatively brief and easy to memorize.

As for how to maintain relationships, what kind of words to use to achieve one's goals in what situations... these things are not unimportant, but the experience she has accumulated is enough to handle most situations, so there is no need to waste any more memory.

"call..."

By the time Eleanor finally put down her pen, the sun, which had just risen, was almost setting.

"Your Highness, do you have a headache today?" Coral leaned over with concern and massaged her shoulders.

"It's alright, I'll rest for a bit, I still have things to do." Eleanor answered honestly: compared to the pain of having to work desperately while having superhuman senses and memories in her previous life, her childhood headaches were nothing.

They said they would rest for a while, and they really only rested for a short time.

Eleanor took a sip of tea, ate a piece of unleavened bread, and strolled out.

The servants hurriedly followed, forgetting for a moment to ask the princess where she wanted to go.

They walked onto the long bridge, and the boys in the training field also saw the little princess.

"Your Highness, it's getting late, and there are many small insects in the garden." Manzhu hung her sword at her waist and hurried after him.

Eleanor turned around, and from this angle, she could see Andra peeking out from the corner.

She chuckled, then said seriously, "I'm going to find my mother."

Oh... Manzhu stiffened as she was about to step down, but the little princess had already led her attendants down the long bridge.

......

The dim candlelight shone on her face as Consort Tianxiang playfully blew out the candle flame and brought the king a silver cup overflowing with wine.

The sounds of music, laughter, endless notes, and incense mingled together, giving one a headache and allowing them to ignore physical pain.

"Hahahaha." Eva laughed too, laughing and celebrating with everyone until dawn.

Da, da da.

The crisp sound of sandals tapping on the floor grew louder as they approached.

The volume was barely noticeable, but Eva inexplicably looked up at the figure walking towards her.

A chill ran through her.

The silhouette that caught her eye made her unable to recall anyone for a moment, and in a daze, she seemed to see... what did she see?

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Eleanor's face finally came into view, her back to the dim candlelight.

Was that her youngest daughter? Or perhaps a statue descending from its high platform?

"Pfft." This ridiculous thought made Eva burst out laughing. "Hahahahahaha."

She clutched her stomach, laughing so hard she almost fell over. Wiping away the tears from her eyes with a happy expression, she asked softly, "Lily, what made you decide to come here?"

Snap.

Eleanor stopped and uttered the words she had once been destined to die.

"Mother, I am willing to drink the blessed water to save my country."

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Author's Note: Eleanor, the God of War, is about to make her debut!