Chapter 99: I feel uncomfortable and want to take a holiday! The night before...

Although it had rained heavily the night before, the weather was very sunny that afternoon, as if it had never rained.

I came to the market alone, wandering around slowly, and soon attracted a lot of attention.

Either covet or scrutinize.

Before they came to me, I saw a more familiar figure.

Last night those people were standing in front of a stall, shamelessly asking for management fees.

The vendor was an old man with a distressed look on his face. He sighed and said, "You want too much. I only sell each item for a few copper coins. I really can't afford even a silver coin."

"Not even a silver coin. Do you look down on us brothers? Who are you going to send away with a few copper coins?"

The tall man sneered, and the old man's eyebrows fell, and his tone became more helpless: "I really can't hand it over. Please be kind. Even if you overturn my stall, I can't take it out."

"Since you've said so, I'd be sorry for your kindness if I didn't overturn your stall. All of you stop watching and come and satisfy the old man."

Seeing the rest of the people about to take action, the old man's face turned pale. I walked out and shouted to them expressionlessly: "Stop."

The man turned around when he heard the voice, and his eyes lit up when he saw me: "Oh, isn't this our sister? Why is she in the market again today?"

"I have something to talk to you about."

This statement obviously did not exceed his expectations. The man waved his hand generously: "Okay, since someone helped you today, I will reluctantly let you go."

After saying that, he walked towards me with the others: "Why, you're the only one here this time? You didn't come here just to amuse us, did you?"

"Yes, big brother. Come with me to the alley?"

I looked at them with a smile. The man chuckled and followed me into the empty alley impatiently.

The next second, a faint light shone in my eyes, and my divine power burst out crazily. Several men were instantly pinned to the ground, their expressions trembling with fear.

I spat out a mouthful of blood and then wiped it off without a care.

"Go get me some medicine for the fever and some food, and be back in ten minutes, understand?"

It is said that the power of God is like the sea; it is said that the power of God is like a prison.

Mortals could never resist the orders of gods. They ran out without hesitation and returned with the things in less than 5 minutes.

"Don't forget to pay back."

I took the item. The faces of several people froze, and they nodded timidly, as if they had really snatched it away.

I was too lazy to pay attention to them. I lowered my head to check the medicine in my hand, and nodded after confirming that everything was complete. I said nonchalantly to the few people waiting for me to leave: "Then go and die."

They were stunned.

I looked at them calmly: "Didn't you hear me? You can commit suicide, have someone capture you, or be eaten by monsters. Go to hell, scum."

God's words will surely become reality, and no one can resist God's will. They knelt on the ground, trembling with fear as they responded to my orders, almost fainting from fear.

I ignored them and walked out. As soon as I walked out, the old man at the stall stopped me and asked cautiously, "Miss, are you okay?"

"It's okay, grandpa. I'm just passing on a message. Can you keep it a secret from others?"

He nodded repeatedly, and stuffed the dishes on his seat into my hands. The wrinkles on his face relaxed, and he said with a smile: "Thanks to you. If you weren't here today, my stall would definitely be smashed and all these dishes would be thrown away. You can take more."

I put it off for a few words, but then thought about the situation at home and put it away. I left the house empty-handed and came back with a lot of bags. When I got home, Remiel was trying to get out of bed. When he saw me come in, he smiled, but then he saw the things in his hands and froze again.

After a while, he asked hesitantly: "Mia, where did you get these things?"

"I went to the church to get it. They said I was destined to be with the gods, so they gave it to me. The dish was given to me by a kind old man. Brother, are you unhappy? If there is a problem, I won't go next time."

"...It's nothing. I'm just too useless to need you to worry about these things. When I recover, I'll go to the church with you to pray and thank the old man."

"My brother and I are siblings, the closest family in the world. My brother never despised me for being a burden to you. Now I'm just going out for a walk. Why would you say such a thing? I will be very sad."

Remiel's eyes slid from me to the dish, and finally returned to my face. He still chose to believe. I put my things away. I sat on the bed and held his hand, pretending to be a girl, thinking that I should be awarded a prize.

"Brother, just rest assured. Nothing will happen. I'll go get some water and wash the vegetables. We'll have a big dinner tonight!"

The boy's expression softened, and he smiled and nodded. I walked out of the door briskly, carrying the bucket towards the well. I didn't bend over until I was a distance away, then I started coughing violently. Blood kept coming out of my mouth, and it took a lot of effort to not stain my clothes. Otherwise, I would have no way of explaining it when I got back. This body is still too weak to withstand the power of the gods.

Being weak is a rare experience for me, and the last time I felt this way was when I was a mortal. To be honest, it wasn't that great.

But thinking about how desperate Remiel would be after I left, I sighed deeply in my heart and softened my heart.

Wait a little longer, just a little longer. I just want to accompany the boy who has not yet grown up to be someone else's protector.

*

This wait lasted another 2 years.

From the age of 12 to 14, I rarely used the forward button during this period. Although I knew time was tight, I still wanted to make Remiel's childhood as wonderful as possible.

Although this word is already very luxurious for the slums.

We celebrated all our birthdays together starting when I was 12. My 13th birthday cake was a whole loaf of fluffy white bread with milk, served with potato soup. My 14th birthday cake was a small cake with cream, which was our first time having dessert.

The snow fell heavily in winter, so we had to move the bed to the stove to keep warm. The red flames shone on Remiel's face, and I rested my head on his arm and listened to him tell me a good night story. When I didn't go out, I knitted some bamboo baskets and straw sandals for the future. Everything was comfortable and leisurely.

Autumn is our favorite season. During the harvest season, vegetables and fruits are much cheaper, and it is one of the few days when we can buy food. We are busy pickling various meats and vegetables throughout the autumn to survive the coming winter. The stove is always full of smoked food, which reminds me of that memory.

For those who have experienced hunger, food is more important than life. Therefore, I can always feel a small joy and satisfaction from the bottom of my heart.

After Remiel discovered my little secret, he, who had always been frugal, would buy a lot of things every autumn. The two of us were like little hamsters hoarding goods, wishing we could fill up the entire hut.

Summer and spring are the seasons when the house needs to be repaired. Winter blizzards and summer rainstorms are two major tests. If you want to keep the dilapidated hut standing for many years, you need to keep repairing it. Check if there are any broken wood and lay a thick layer of thatch. These things have to be done after work, so I will be busy until late at night before I can lie in bed. At this time, I will hand Remier a bowl of fragrant vegetable soup and watch him soak the black bread and eat it in big mouthfuls.

The act of dealing with those scumbags did have some impact. Many people thought that there was someone behind Remiel, so they didn't dare to embarrass him. This made Remiel's working life smoother. He once discussed this issue with me and wanted to know the answer. I just smiled and didn't tell him.

Everything is getting better, except my body.

If I skip this period, maybe I can hold on longer, but for Remiel, he will only get another sister with amnesia. All the happiness in front of him was gone, and he spent his whole life looking for the non-existent hope, trying to solve his sister's illness.

While I was awake, this body was deteriorating at an accelerated rate. I could feel myself getting weaker day by day. Coughing and spitting blood were common occurrences, and pain was accumulating inside my body every day.

Although I tried my best to hide it from Remiel, he seemed to have noticed something, so he took better care of me and stayed with me all the time after work. This made my disguise more difficult, and at the same time convinced me that Remiel was indeed a good person.

I hope he can be happy.

I hope he can be happier than anyone else.

Whether it's the him in front of us or the him who is the core of the game.

The victim who was cut out was unconscious and unaware that his fate had been determined and that he would have to live in pain in the future. And it was the other him who caused all this.

The person who made the decision silently endured loneliness and oblivion, chewing on these pains. Just because he wanted to save someone, even if that person might not appear, he still stubbornly insisted on staying where he was.

Maybe there are differences in personality, but Remiel is Remiel. To me, he has never done anything excessive.

I don't want to let them down, and I hope they can be happy.

But even such a thought is just an illusion, a small fantasy that I have created with all my strength. As long as this body can no longer bear my will, I must leave.

My day is clearly not far away, and I just want to postpone the deadline longer and longer until I can no longer hold on.

Until this moment.

It was a calm and ordinary winter evening.

Remiel and I had dinner and talked and laughed in a relaxed tone. There was a blazing fire in the stove, and snow was gradually falling outside the window. This is how it is in northern cities. They are covered with snow all year round in winter. I stared out the window absentmindedly, turned around and smiled at him, "Brother, I want to see the snowman you built."

"You want it now? Okay."

Remiel reluctantly put down the spoon and got up to go out. He closed the door carefully, fearing that the wind would blow in and I would catch a cold. The moment the door was closed, I began to vomit blood silently.

The red liquid soaked the table and stained my clothes. There was a roar in my ears, and the sound became abnormal, vague and distant. Someone supported me, and someone said something in panic, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

What a pity...

In this situation, my heart was surprisingly calm and I just sighed softly.

What a pity.

I thought we could have a better farewell.