Chapter 140 She Always Knew the Dream
In the prayer room, candles burned quietly.
Although she had already made the decision to leave, Vifiya never took the first step.
She didn't move, and neither did Arnold.
He looked down at Vifiya, who had lowered her eyes. Different people, similar scene, reminded him of the time when his sister applied for the maid job without telling him. After his sister came back, she hesitated and struggled in the same way.
It’s just that Vifia hides her emotions much better than her sister. After all, even though she is familiar with them, she still subconsciously hides many of her emotions.
He couldn't always understand her emotions, and most of the time he made basic judgments based on the current situation.
"If you're hesitant, do it before you leave." Just like now, he had a premonition that if she left like this, she would regret it.
He didn't want her to regret it, especially because of him, his subordinate, and for his safety.
No master had ever made concessions for a knight, nor had any master ever made sacrifices for a knight. She had done enough for him.
He was prepared to die for her, and she had never been willful as a master.
Vifiya hid the uneasiness in her eyes and looked up. Arnold looked as cold as usual, but his eyes were firm: "Give the order."
She turned around, her back to him, and carefully felt the panic in her heart, which became heavier and heavier as she stayed here longer.
At this moment, she could no longer say anything easily, "It's okay, let's go."
"Let's go down to the dark room and take a look," she said.
"Yes." Arnold behind him responded quickly.
The footsteps, which were kept as quiet as possible, were barely audible amidst the other noise in the church.
The faint sound of running wind blew in Vifia's ears. She suppressed the panic that came from nowhere in her chest, followed the direction indicated by the necklace, bypassed the crowded passage, avoided the stationed knights, and tiptoed to the door of the first dark room.
She closed the wooden door loosely.
"Great God, please forgive my sins..." A low voice of confession came from inside the door.
Vifiya looked at Arnold, shook her head, and went to another dark room.
I don’t know if it was because of the jogging or something else, but my heart was beating faster and faster.
After turning several corners, they heard the obscene sounds in the dark room without having to get too close.
Vifiya's expression did not change. Arnold behind her frowned and followed her to the next dark room.
Why on earth do you insist on searching the darkrooms one by one?
What are the benefits of doing this?
Once the magician is discovered, or once he wakes up and is rescued, the first thing he does is search the entire church.
Vifiya knew very well that if she searched so aimlessly, she couldn't even say what she wanted to find?
What exactly does she want to find?
The ominous feeling in my heart became stronger and stronger. It did not ease at all after eliminating the two dark rooms. Instead, it became more obvious.
Her pace couldn't help but quicken again and again.
The third dark room was just around the corner, and the wall lamps on the walls were burning without any sign of shaking.
Vifia and Arnold slowed down at the same time, their faces becoming alert, and they gripped the hilts of the swords at their waists.
Even through the wall, you can smell a strong smell of blood.
Arnold took a few steps forward and protected Vifiya behind him.
The two of them walked lightly, as it was so quiet here.
In the bloody scene, Vifiya felt something pressing on her, and she was having trouble breathing.
This was very abnormal, at least it had never happened to her before.
The door was not closed. Arnold carefully observed the situation inside. There was a man lying in a pool of blood, and...
Arnold, who was sure there was no threat inside, saw another person lying against the wall. He looked at the face in surprise. He remembered that person, Vifia's former maid, Neve.
Vifiya...
He came to his senses and subconsciously wanted to stop her from seeing this scene.
Before he could reach out his hand, the girl was already standing beside him, her eyes fixed on him.
Seeing the person in the pool of blood, Vifiya frowned, Raylord?
There was no movement in his chest.
Is he dead?
Realizing this, the inexplicable uneasiness that had been building up suddenly swelled and reached its peak.
In order to see everything in the dark room clearly, she couldn't help but step forward.
"despair."
Vifia looked at her feet, reached back, picked up the document on the ground, and opened it without hesitation.
After reading it quickly, I found that it was an order written by the Pope himself, agreeing to the church's support for the royal family to send troops.
Vifiya didn't pay much attention to the document. Now, she wanted to find the source of her uneasiness.
The sound of my heart is pounding in my ears, urging me on.
What are you urging?
She looked at Raylord in the darkroom, handed the document to Arnold, and when she felt him take it, she stepped decisively into the darkroom.
The darkroom was not dark, the candlelight was bright enough for anyone to see everything inside.
There was the familiar smell of blood and familiar people inside.
Her pupils shrank slightly, but quickly regained composure. Vifiya would never forget that blood-stained face.
She didn't move for a moment, but just turned her head and looked quietly at the person leaning weakly against the wall.
The body is normal, except that the breathing and heartbeat are temporarily disconnected.
Only when her heart regained its breath did Vifiya turn around and walk step by step towards Neve.
"Pah." The long boots stepped into the pool of blood, making a slight sound, just like the owner of the footsteps, unaware that his breath had been mostly taken away.
The person in front of her closed her eyes. Vifiya squatted down gently, her eyes never leaving Neve. She slowly stretched out her hand towards her.
Before the trembling fingertips touched the other person, the eyes revealed lifeless brown pupils.
The hand just stayed in mid-air, not moving forward a single step.
The brown pupils moved awkwardly. After seeing the familiar figure, there was a moment of daze. A little light suddenly appeared in the empty eyes, and then they slowly softened and revealed a gentle smile.
The weak fingertips trembled in the pool of blood and stretched out towards the man with difficulty.
The fingertips tried hard to straighten, as if this would bring them a little closer to each other.
The trembling hand held hers.
Neve's eyes fell on the clasped hands, the warmth she was so familiar with.
Sure enough, it was a dream.
I heard that people have sweet dreams before they die.
"I..." The blood clot blocked his throat, and the voice that came out seemed to be leaking wind, hoarse, and in the desert where no grass grew, it stirred up the heartless dust.
"I'll take you to treatment!" Vifiya's voice trembled as she tried to pick her up. "You'll be fine!"
The hand holding hers did not move, and Vifiya could not help but look into her eyes again.
Just one glance and she stopped moving. How could she not understand Neve? Neve's eyes clearly showed that she was trying to stop her.
Weifeiya tried her best to remain calm, gently wiped the blood off her face, and softly advised: "Let's go get treatment."
Neve's eyes did not change. She still looked at her in the same way. Blood began to flow from her lips again. Her chest was burning, and even the movement was minimal.
"I already..."
"Know……"
“You are not…”
"mine……"
"Miss……"
The sound that was almost floating in the air blew into Vifiya's ears. She subconsciously tried to keep a calm expression, but finally she couldn't maintain it anymore and was hit hard.
His breathing suddenly stopped, and there was an extremely rare look of confusion, dullness and disbelief in his red eyes.
She suddenly didn't dare to look into those eyes, and she felt fear in her heart. She knew what she was afraid of. She was afraid that Niv would show indifference and blame.
Because she is not [Vifiya], she has always known how good Niv was to [Vifiya].
This is also the reason why she feels guilty.
The kindness that Niv showed her was actually for [Vifiya]. She was like a dark thief, taking away the few precious things that [Vifiya] had.
But she couldn't say it. Every time she opened her mouth impulsively, she tried to cover it up rationally.
She could only ignore it, keep ignoring it, and pretend that she was [Vefiya].
But she knew very well that fake was fake.
She was never [Vefiya].
[Vefiya] is irreplaceable, and she understands that too, doesn't she?
The cold fingers moved in her palm, as if urging her.
The girl's eyelashes trembled, and she raised her head cautiously, with a look of helplessness and confusion in her red pupils.
Unlike what she had imagined, Neve showed no indifference, no reproach, and no emotion that would make her sad.
She was always smiling. Looking at her smile, her dim figure was reflected in her dim pupils. Although she looked disheveled and pale, and her smile looked so broken, Vifia still felt her tenderness and tolerance.
Tears flowed down my face unconsciously.
How could Neve not see that?
She has eyes, so how could she be doubted because of someone else who is inexplicable?
[Vefiya] and Vifiya, they are so similar and yet so different.
How could she not see that her body and every move were full of traces of Miss [Vefiya].
She was trying to become Miss [Vefiya] and was suffering from it. In the end, she could only forget herself and remember Miss [Vefiya].
How could she blame her for this almost absolute longing? How could she blame her?
How could such a person be a bad child? How could she be left to bear this alone?
The lady in front of her was crying, crying unconsciously. Niv suddenly felt a little helpless. She was really just a child.
She slowly reached out to those red eyes with trembling hands. How could she cry into those eyes? She didn't want her to cry.
How could such a pair of eyes reveal such a sad emotion?
A pair of eyes like this only looks good when you smile.
Whether it's her or her, their lives shouldn't be just about struggle. They deserve the brightest sunshine, the most beautiful flowers, and the most dazzling crown.
Life was truly draining from Neve's body, slipping through her fingers, and no one could catch it.
All the thousands of words and the emotions that cannot be expressed to each other, in the end, are left with only two sentences that are light but heavier than anything else in the world.
"Miss..." Thank you for your hard work.
This time, she was looking at herself, the soul buried deep within her body.
She believed that the other party would not forget [Vefiya] even without her reminder.
Her eyes gradually blurred. Niv used her last bit of strength, her chest rising and falling slightly. "Your...name?"
My...name? Vifiya clutched Neve's hand, having never expected her to ask that question.
Her name?
Blood gushed out of Neve's mouth in large gulps. Vifiya reached out in a panic, helplessly catching the blood falling from her jaw, as if that would stop the bleeding.
They all knew it, but it was in vain.
"My name." The girl repeated with a faint sobbing tone, "My name... My name..."
It seems that this can help me remember her name.
She wanted to find her name.
"Snap." Her mind went blank for a moment, and she couldn't remember anything, the other world, or anything about her.
She found that there was nothing inside.
Even the little blur that was left is gone.
She...she used to...
"I... I..." Only a breath of life remained in Neve before her. She was waiting for her answer. She wanted an answer. She wanted to tell Neve her name, her real name, but there was nothing there. She could not say anything except the word "I".
I was completely panicked, not knowing whether it was because of Neve or because of forgetfulness.
Only a little bit of memories remained in the gradually lifeless brown eyes.
In the garden, the maid Neve, who had lost her sister, came to the Marquis of Kesley's mansion for the first time. After being trained for a long time, she saw the person she was monitoring for the first time.
The Marquise, who was about the same age as my sister and had a wary look on her face.
She bent down, smiled at the young lady and said, "Hello, young lady, I am Neve. I will take care of you from now on."
Her eyelids closed completely, like a coffin lid closing the last ray of light on her in this world, and she stepped completely into darkness.
A hand frantically held her head which was tilted to the other side.
The touch felt so weak and soft. Vifiya stared blankly at the hand that was holding Neve, not daring to tremble.
All the sounds faded from my ears like the tide, and all the scenes were erased from my eyes.
She could hear nothing, see nothing, only blood and Neve in front of her.
She knew the state of death well, didn't she?
She didn't need to do anything to confirm it, did she?
Neve, Neve...
The call from my mouth could not come out at all, and my heart cut off all senses.
Apart from the severe pain in her heart, she could even feel herself gradually calming down.
She stared at the world where only Neve was left, and for a moment she didn't know what to do or how to do it.
What should she do next?
She stared at Neve, motionless, unblinking, just staring at her, staring at her closed eyes, her nose that was no longer breathing, and the blood that had not yet been wiped away.
Vifiya suddenly realized that Neve was dead.
She is really dead.
How could she die?
Yes, how could she die?
In the past... in the past... except for the time when she was burned at the stake, I was clearly the one who walked in front of her.
It's obvious that she is the first to die every time.
How did it become Neve this time? Why? What had she done wrong? What was her wrong move? Did she have to keep her that day, no matter what?
That day, she just felt that it was too dangerous to follow her. She just considered that the deal between Neve and the Pope would be to find [Vefia], so this matter would not be very dangerous.
Anyway, she already knew that she was not [Vefiya], so she had no reason to be nice to her.
His pupils trembled unconsciously, and he never dared to leave Neve's face.
What had she done wrong? What had she done wrong? What on earth was she…what on earth was she doing? What on earth had she done in this life?
She stared at the lifeless face in front of her, and the paleness in her eyes gradually grew.
It was she who forced [Vifiya] to remain missing until now, and now, it is she who caused Neve's death.
…
…
…
I can’t let Neve die, I can’t let her die. She’s…she’s the only one who can make [Vefiya] feel warm…
She couldn't die...
He gently let go of the hand that was holding hers, and with his trembling hands he firmly grasped the dagger at his waist.
Absolutely! I absolutely cannot let Neve die again!
The sharp cold light followed her hand and quickly pierced the heart.
She knew her most vulnerable part, her heart.
That place would be more fragile than any other part of her body and would lose its breath faster.
However, it was stuck in mid-air and didn't move.
"Tick." The sound of liquid dripping into a pool of blood.
The expected death never came, and the girl's eyes, which were fixed on Neve, finally moved.
She slowly looked down and finally saw the dagger that should have pierced her heart, and it was indeed bleeding.
"Tick." The blood was still flowing down.
One hand grasped it tightly, preventing it from moving any further towards her heart.
Following her bleeding hand, her gaze moved upwards little by little.
A familiar face.
The face was full of panic and fear.
Yes... Her mind was a little dull, yes... She searched for the name with difficulty.
yes……
Isidore.
She stared at his face blankly.
He looked at her, his eyes gradually softening, as if teaching a child, and said, "Breathe."
breathe?
She looked at him, still without moving.
He didn't let go of the hand holding the dagger. His other hand was placed on his chest, rising and falling with his breathing. His eyes never left her: "Like this."
The girl's gaze finally moved again, and she fell on his hand, which moved up and down along his chest.
She imitated him clumsily, moving her chest up and down.
He encouraged softly, "Yes, that's what we should do."
Up and down.
“You did a great job.”
Up and down.
"You've done well enough."
A large amount of air rushed into her body, and her heart beat violently. The cold air and blood flowed through her limbs and bones, which seemed to be dying.
The body protests in dissatisfaction, demanding more oxygen.
"Ha." It prompted her to take a deep breath, and it finally surfaced.
The air cleared her mind and she could see everything around her clearly again.
She saw Isidore.
She blinked heavily and slowly, her gaze moving downwards, to her dagger, his bleeding hand.
She slowly released the dagger.
He flung the dagger aside, destroying it.
Vifiya looked at Neve again, and she finally made another move.
She half-squatted and tried to get closer. She moved and her knees landed in a pool of blood. She didn't care and moved slowly and carefully until she was very close to Neve.
She hugged her, buried her head gently in her already cold neck, and closed her eyes.
I'm sorry, [Vefia].
I'm sorry, [Vefia].
I'm sorry, ......
I failed to protect her. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry...
It's all my fault.
sorry.
The dark room was silent, but they seemed to hear the deafening cheers outside the church from far away. People were laughing, people were happy, and they were celebrating their hard-earned victory.
Arnold secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little scared. He looked at Isidore's bony right hand. If he hadn't teleported quickly, the dagger would probably be in Vifia's heart.
He frowned. Isidore's hand...
Isidore looked down at his hands. He could see the bones because he had clenched them so tightly.
With the magic power condensing and the magic circle running, his right hand recovered as before, with only blood on it, reminding him of what almost happened just now.
Fortunately, it’s still in time.
He returned his gaze to Vifiya, suppressed the fear in his heart about her recent actions, and focused his gaze on Neve.
In fact, he had already sensed that Nivben could not survive until Vifiya's arrival.
Someone forcibly prolonged her life.
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