Chapter 147 We Are Not Alone Please Witness for Me
As night fell quietly, Hovyalin was brighter than ever before, and the previously dull streets became cheerful.
Only a few snowflakes were left in the sky, and people went to the square, where a bonfire party had not been held for many years.
Snowy days are not suitable for bonfire parties.
After spending a whole day in the palace dealing with the aftermath of the riot, Ayuleite refused the carriage arranged by the palace and walked back to Maan Palace.
The candlelight seemed much brighter than before, casting a row of shadows on the crowded stone houses.
The future king of Iskanar walked in the shadows, his calm eyes scanning the smiles of everyone in the distance.
Yolanda, you'll probably like this scene.
She did not leave the shadows. Happy children ran by hand in hand, and no one noticed her.
Maan Palace stands quietly outside the bustling Hov Yalin. There are no nobles living around here, nor are there any residences for ordinary Iskanar people.
Because no noble was willing to live in the same area with someone they considered an alien, and even if a few commoners dared to ask her if they could live nearby, the king would expel them without her having to express her opinion.
The cold snow fell on her cheeks and she looked at the dark road ahead.
No matter how dark it is, she can see clearly.
She set out on that road as always, knowing that Yolanda was ahead.
A warm orange light shone through the palace windows. Avril looked up and opened the palace door.
There is no need for gate guards at Maan Palace. No one would risk their lives to break in here. Even if she returns to the battlefield, this place seems to be a restricted area.
As he half-stepped through the door, someone called out, "Your Highness is back!"
Avril paused holding the door, but still closed the door with a normal expression.
Several knights ran out hurriedly with candles in their hands, and the faint light ahead suddenly became as bright as day.
The maids also hurried over with their skirts lifted, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that she was safe and sound.
Avril paused for a moment and looked at the people running towards her.
His calm eyes swept across every face, filled with worry and joy...
She had asked them to leave before, so even if they reached their destination and the news of her victory spread there and back, they should be halfway there by now.
Eva took a few steps forward, her eyes glowing faintly in the candlelight, and she handed over the old dagger with both hands.
Avril lowered her eyes, reached out to take it, and put it back on her waist.
She raised her eyes. How could they return to Maan Palace at this time? It didn’t matter when they returned to Maan Palace, because she won, they won.
"Go in." Her words were still the calm voice they were familiar with. She never had any emotional fluctuations because of anything, and the people in Maan Palace knew this very well.
They made way for her, and under the candlelight, the road back to her appointment with Yolanda was no longer dark.
People watched her figure moving forward, and perhaps that was why she was called a monster.
The people in the Komaan Palace knew that neither they nor they could forget the hand she extended.
They are luckier than others. They don't need to become heretics to find hope in life.
Avril walked all the way to the familiar bedroom, grasped the door handle, and gently pushed it open.
The candlelight inside seemed to become quiet, and everything in the room was arranged according to her memory of Yolanda's favorite way.
The room also seemed to have Yolanda's breath, as if Yolanda was waiting for her to come back.
But Yolanda was indeed waiting.
Avril walked to the same place again and looked at Yolanda's thin face quietly.
Unlike before, she slowly squatted down and lay on the head of Yolanda's bed, staring at her without blinking.
Just like before, Yolanda always liked to call her over to have a private chat before going to bed.
Then Yolanda would pull the covers over her, curl herself up in a ball on the bed, and slowly move over to her side.
Sometimes, when it was her turn to undergo the experiment, Yolanda would hide half a pancake and secretly give it to her when she came back. Why did she say secretly? Because if Marlene and the others found out, they would definitely come over and take turns to eat it. Maybe other people would come over too.
In fact, as experimental subjects, the king has no shortage of them to eat, but they have too little to look forward to.
Yolanda would also quietly tell her interesting things she discovered, such as who fell today, or which guard must have been punished by his superiors today. These were obviously ordinary things, but as soon as they were spoken from her mouth, they became particularly interesting.
When it was cold, Yolanda would pull her into bed.
Avril lay down beside her across the quilt.
She looked at Yolanda's face and said softly: "The king is dead, the crown prince is dead, your plan has not failed."
"You win, we win."
"I didn't break into the palace alone."
"I'm not hurt."
"I remember everything you told me."
"The spread of 'heresy' was very successful. Many people in Hovyalin joined the riots, more than we expected."
The quiet whispers paused in the dim room.
The scarred hand gently pinched the corner of the quilt on the sleeping person's shoulder, just like before, when it was Yolanda's turn to undergo the experiment. After coming back tired, she was used to holding her hand and falling asleep.
"I'm back, Yolanda."
There was a sparse snow outside the window, but it had never stopped since the papers started falling all over the sky.
No one knows when the snow will stop.
Snowflakes fell on the palm of my hand and turned into a little firefly.
Vifia withdrew her hand, lay on the small balcony, and looked at the nearest square where people were holding hands and gathering around a bonfire.
"[Eyes]." She called softly.
A woman's voice came from her mind: "Miss Vifiya."
"What did I get?" There was a rare confusion in her eyes. What did she get? [She] said that she would get what she wanted here.
Indeed, she gained a lot from coming to Iscana, but she also lost a lot.
She just, suddenly, didn't know how to go on.
[Vefiya]’s whereabouts remain unknown, and Neve is gone.
It is undeniable that she only now realized that as her emotions accumulated, there was also a wish inside. She wanted them to reunite, she wanted [Vifiya] and Neve to reunite.
She closed her eyes, her whole body was calm, and a sense of collapse spread out of her body, along with all the emotions accumulated in the past sixteen lives, and many things that she had deliberately ignored also quietly emerged.
At the moment they were about to break through the dam, [the eyes] spoke: "You have it."
The green candle hidden deep inside quietly released a little strength to support the crumbling dam.
Why is there no happy ending in this world? Vifiya wondered whimsically.
She thought that even [Vifiya] might remain silent on this question.
She opened her eyes, and the dam was built again.
Has it really been built?
"Have I ever had it?" she couldn't help but ask. She wasn't trying to get an answer, she just wanted to ask.
Not all questions have answers, and not every matter can be taken seriously.
"Is this what you wanted me to get?" asked Vifiya.
"Maybe." [Eyes] gave a vague answer.
"How much do you know?"
The [Eyes] paused for a moment, and unlike before, answered the question irrelevantly: "I have never deceived you."
The [eyes] hidden in the air were staring at the girl. Her figure was particularly thin and lonely in the night.
Why? Even [Eyes] herself didn't know why a girl who looked so ordinary had so many chips on her.
She was just an ordinary human being, her eyes were certain.
Vifiya held onto the fence and didn't ask any more questions.
Neve has been teleported back to Seronil County, and she will go back in a day or two.
The streets were noisy.
Sensing the approaching footsteps behind her, Vifiya turned around.
Isidore was standing not far away, and their eyes met. He lowered his head again, like a child who had done something wrong, and did not move forward a single step, looking up at her from time to time.
He didn't walk over to her until her eyes signaled him to do so.
Neither of them spoke first for a moment.
Vifiya covered her eyes, seemingly looking at the people on the road.
In fact, she took it for granted.
Isidore hid almost nothing from her and was always honest with her, so she assumed that he had no secrets from her.
It was normal to have secrets, but he was worried about it.
Did he think she would be angry?
"If I ask you, will you answer me?" she asked, about what Helena had said in the dark room.
Isidore looked at her sideways and thought for a moment. He thought that Vifiya would be more interested in hearing his truth, so he said, "I don't want to answer."
"But if you ask, I will answer." was the firm tone that followed, more like a promise.
The girl didn't look at him. "Isidore."
Her tone was the same as always: "What are you afraid of?"
From the dark room to the burning of Sally's letter in the morning, why did he keep silent about what he said before, that he would ask the magician why he had the power of God?
The silver pupils fluctuated and the fingertips trembled.
He turned his face away, snowflakes drifting in the air. Silence stretched on, and he finally spoke, with a hint of grievance. He no longer concealed the fear he had felt since the dark room: "I can't hold your hand."
Vifiya was surprised for a moment. It was an unexpected answer.
"Isidore."
Hearing the girl's voice, his gaze returned to her again, only to see her extending her hand and asking, "Do you want to try it?"
He stared at her hand and asked cautiously, "Is it okay?"
Vifiya extended her hand forward again, which was her answer.
The magician's hand slowly stretched out, fingertips touching each other, but just for a moment, he retracted his hand.
"That's enough," he said. He had clearly confirmed it many times, but he still felt uneasy occasionally.
After hearing this, Vifiya didn't say anything else. She stared at the square in the distance again.
The bonfire glowed in the red eyes, and continued to glow.
"Crackling." It was the sound of fire roasting on firewood.
People gathered around, their expressions relaxed. One person pulled up the dazed North and said, "Let's dance again!"
The woman's palms were rough. She looked at North who was trying her best to keep up with her pace, and her eyes softened unconsciously. If her daughter was still alive, she should be the same age as her.
Unfortunately, she didn't get to see this day.
As the rhythm gradually became familiar, North looked up and smiled brightly.
The crowd was bustling, and the young knight at the corner of the square glanced at every face inside.
What is he expecting?
He subconsciously stroked the plain ring on his finger, but there was no way the warmth of his lover could be felt there.
He saw that his neighbor's clothes had been tattered before, but now they had returned to their original appearance.
Now, that's really good.
If Minnie were here, she would definitely be better off and she would be happy about it.
Then, call his name softly.
His name...
His name?
The young knight stopped moving his fingers, raised his head in confusion, and let the coldness fall into his eyes.
"who I am?"
No one could answer his question.
After all, the person who could answer is no longer here.
It no longer matters who he is.
He no longer hesitated.
He went outside the city, where his lover's tomb was.
In the tomb, the woman's fingertips were empty, next to which was a dazzling jewel ring.
She hasn't agreed yet, how can you force her to wear the ring regardless of her wishes?
The wind and snow were still blowing, and he was going to say goodbye. He asked Princess Avrilite for permission, and from now on, he would replace her and go to the battlefield to fight monsters.
The music in the square was melodious, and the minstrel plucked the lyre with his fingertips, and the sound was sad.
His emerald green eyes looked at his audience, and the bright silver fell on his ear-length white hair, making it impossible to tell which one was whiter.
"Oh, my pearly love,
How can I love you?
In the dead of winter here, the fireplace is burning,
It's too cold.
I trembled and hid in a dilapidated stone house,
I began to miss the summer many years ago with golden clouds floating in the sky.
My love,
I hear your voice,
I looked up.
Spring birdsong, summer colors,
The magnificent rainbow that no one has ever seen in the summer,
She is smiling at me.
I am no longer cold.
My only summer.
My only sun."
The music in the square could not affect the children's joy.
They were looking forward to the honey candy that they might not have been able to eat during previous festivals.
One or two people looked at the woman and little girl who had been standing not far away for a long time in confusion. They didn't understand why the little girl was unwilling to come down for a walk on such a happy day.
The little girl ignored their gazes and hugged the woman's neck tightly. The pain in the dark room could not be completely eliminated by healing magic.
She grumbled quietly, "I haven't done anything presumptuous in a long time."
She swept the air, clearing the woman's broken magic threads. She muttered, "What are you doing this for? Is it worth it?"
The woman didn't answer, and Helena knew she wouldn't answer. The deal sounded simple at first, so why did she agree to it?
She murmured to herself, "Should I find a chance to leave Poguanxingyue?"
"I will support you." The woman said suddenly.
Helena curled her lips and endured the pain in her body: "Awen, I lost in this deal."
Long ago, a rebellious magician found the world's last usurper.
She said: "Please bear witness on my behalf to the end of the world."
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