Chapter 207 Do You and I Care About Him?
Vifia's mind was in a fuzzy mess, as if there was an invisible veil between her and the world. She stood outside the world, looking at everything she could see, but it was all too strange.
Including physical pain.
The smell of blood in my nose became normal and insignificant.
The breath is hot, the blood is boiling, and every breath flows to the chest and to every limb.
The heat did not bring warmth, but the scalding heat of boiling water. She felt as if she was immersed in boiling water. She felt pain, but it seemed not to be her pain.
She suddenly realized that her original purpose of returning to St. Fagus Island seemed to be about to be achieved.
"Zizizizi——" There were continuous chirping sounds in her ears, which stimulated her to the point that her head was dizzy.
A chaotic and urgent sound of footsteps came from afar, and Vifiya still heard it in the very brief pause of the tinnitus.
The footsteps made a rustling sound on the soil and the grass.
The sound was short and she couldn't feel the gravel on the ground under her feet for no apparent reason.
If I run very fast, I should create a gust of wind, she thought aimlessly.
“Sizzle—”
Waiting for the price to be paid is always boring. Vifiya blinked her eyes. The black shadows came and went. She actually had the leisure time to take advantage of the tinnitus to listen to the footsteps casually.
The footsteps stopped, and amid the crackling sound, Vifia heard rapid breathing, trembling.
Right in front of her.
She didn't look up, but just raised her eyes, enough for her to see the person coming within her field of vision.
In the blur, beside the flying soil and broken tree trunks, the green grass and trees that seemed like spring instantly occupied Vifia's entire sight.
A strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart. The smell of spring should be very pleasant.
She was trying to see something in the black shadow, but it was too far away and she couldn't see clearly.
She felt strangely familiar with it, but she didn't think about it immediately.
She stared at the green, breathing heavily. The sadness there silently curled up Vifia's long hair. She was cautious, but did not dare to get close.
Her heart moved, and her empty mind began to think.
Who is that?
She blinked slowly, but it was still blurry.
Several thoughts drifted through her mind, and she couldn't grasp them. After trying several times, she finally caught that trace of memory.
Ah, she remembered.
It was Isidore.
She raised her head, and the long sword of the scales accurately pierced her cervical vertebrae, causing the tray to shake.
The sharp pain of the knife piercing her bones made her stunned for a moment, then she smiled and opened her arms towards the boy.
The long sword supporting her dissipated, and the intricate runes on her right wrist also disappeared.
Without support, Vifiya lost her strength uncontrollably, but her eyes did not leave the front.
Under the black shadow, she saw the green running towards her, and she seemed to see stars.
Seeing that the girl in the distance was about to fall, the anxious boy knelt down and slid quickly using the momentum.
The rough and sharp gravel pierced his knees, and blood was accompanied by pain, but he seemed not to hear it. He reached out to her anxiously and lifted her up when she was about to fall.
Vifiya was hugged tightly.
His warmth enveloped her firmly, and he didn't dare use too much force in the hug, but he was careful when touching her.
He was shaking, his whole body was shaking.
The lifeless black pupils trembled, gradually came into focus, and even emitted a little light.
It was obviously Vifiya who took the initiative to hug, but at this moment she just blinked in confusion.
The first thing she felt was not the severe pain, but the rapid rise and fall of his chest. She heard his heartbeat amid the "hissing" sound in her ears.
His heart was beating so fast that Vifiya suspected it would jump out of his chest in the next second.
Then came his scent. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, it had a faint, cool, and refreshing fragrance. It wasn't foggy, but she could easily see into the distance, like the long-awaited good weather of winter.
But it was different. The girl lay on his shoulder, and his temperature penetrated through the fabric. He was warm.
The two people's body temperatures intertwined, and a breeze gently brushed her face.
She seemed to be... touching the world again.
Unfortunately, her head was still groggy and dizzy, and she was a little out of control.
She vaguely recalled the stars that had just flashed by. How could there still be stars? Whose stars were they?
She thought about it carefully, and suddenly it dawned on her.
Oh, no, it's Isidore's eyes.
She thought belatedly.
It's Isidore.
She felt helpless. Why was he not listening this time?
She endured the pain, raised her hand, and gently placed it on his back, patting it again and again.
Don't be afraid.
The boy was not reassured by her actions, but trembled even more violently, his head buried in the crook of her neck.
Vifiya felt the wetness.
He is crying.
Was she too scary? Vifiya thought seriously.
"Isidore," she said in a low voice.
The boy paused for an almost imperceptible moment, then quickly responded muffledly, "Yeah."
"Isidore."
"Yeah." There was no pause this time.
"I'm not angry."
I'm not mad at you, I'm not mad at you for coming to me.
It's just that you came at the wrong time. Can you accept that I left before you?
Vifiya could clearly feel that the price she paid this time was different from the previous ones. Although her body still hurt, it was not as persistent as before.
Until now, the price she paid for overusing Valega's power was just weakness all over. As long as she adjusted her breathing and rested for a while, she could still speak normally.
To be honest, her condition is much better than before.
She couldn't deny that she felt much more at ease with Isidore by her side.
Perhaps it was because throughout the entire past, the only person she was most familiar with was Isidore.
Her mind was foggy and she couldn't keep thinking all the time.
Her head leaned towards the boy, her soft hair fluffy.
The two heads were close together, which strangely stopped the boy from trembling, but he was still afraid.
When he stood on St. Fagus Island again, the fear in his heart grew like vines.
Perhaps he was too eager to see her, or perhaps part of his soul was in her, and he found her.
He saw her silk thread hanging to one side, he saw her covered in blood.
He was very scared.
When he was not on the island, he heard her crying, she was sobbing, she was sad, she was heartbroken, she was wailing, but now, she was only silent.
It was so quiet that he was afraid, so quiet that he... so quiet that he wanted to pick up the sword in her hand, hold her hand, and place the sword on his heart.
She should care about him, right?
He found the word "care" in the book that Sally gave him, and in the world that she connected with him and he saw.
Does she care about him?
She would hug him, she would talk to him with a smile, she would patiently teach him things he didn't know, she would give him half of her food when eating, she would accompany him...
He recalled each thing one by one, repeated it in his mind one by one, over and over again, trying to find proof that she cared about him.
But he suddenly realized that these things were too common.
…
He's not sure.
Does she care about him?
Would her silence be shattered by the sword against his heart? If that wasn't enough, what about piercing his heart? Going through his heart?
Maybe he could even take advantage of the sword being deep inside him to get closer to her and hug her, if she agreed.
He was so scared.
As long as she can create a little bit of waves, even just a little bit.
With his cheek against hers, the boy felt the pulse in the girl's neck, again and again.
Very calm and quiet.
Her heartbeat was so quiet that he couldn't feel it.
He could only find a little comfort in her neck over and over again.
He was afraid that his heart would stop beating in the next second.
She took the initiative to hug him, and he was actually very happy, very, very happy.
Even though he was learning, the boy, who was still unskilled in emotions, thought clumsily.
Tears stuck to his face wetly, and the unfamiliar touch made him uncomfortable.
For the first time, he knew that water could flow from human eyes.
With his water on her, would she feel the same as him?
The girl leaned her head towards him, and he couldn't help but move closer.
She didn't seem to dislike his water.
If she doesn't hate it, then he won't hate it either.
There was the smell of the girl's blood in his nose, and her chest was still heaving.
The hand on Vifia's back didn't move. He asked carefully, "Can I use magic?"
She didn't let him use magic easily, she asked him to listen to Sally, so in the process of learning magic, he listened to Sally and used magic.
But at this moment, she was by his side, and he needed to ask her if he could use it?
The girl took a shallow breath and said, "Of course, from now on, you don't need to ask me. You can decide for yourself whether to use it or not."
The boy's hands trembled. Her words made him more uneasy. He looked aggrieved: "You..." Are you going to leave me?
The words were not really spoken. He didn't dare to ask, he didn't dare to hear her answer, he endured it silently.
He spoke softly, as if afraid to disturb the girl: "I learned some healing magic today. I'll give it to you, okay?"
He had memorized the teleportation runes used by Salis, and would take her away with him after healing her injuries.
He wanted to be with her all the time.
Vifiya didn't say anything for a moment, healing magic was useless to her.
What will happen if Isidore now knows that healing magic has no effect on her?
Future Isidore will cry.
Never mind, he'll find out eventually.
When she leaves, he will definitely use healing magic on her, causing him to panic at that time. It is better for him to be mentally prepared in advance.
"Okay," she replied.
With her consent, a magic circle appeared on the boy's palm.
God's favorite had an extreme perception of magic. Healing magic was common to him. As long as he could perform it successfully once, he would be able to perform it skillfully a second time, a third time...
He looked serious, and because the person he was treating was her, he felt a little nervous.
The runes in the magic circle entered Vifia's body, and unlike the previous feeling, his magic power was dissipating.
No, it dissipated within her body, her body could not accept his magic.
His breathing became rapid and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Vifiya understood. She said weakly, "I know."
The boy paused, unwilling to believe it and continued to use healing magic on her.
Vifiya lowered her eyes: "Don't waste magic power."
"Don't be afraid," she added.
She couldn't catch the boy's hand that was using magic on her back, so she could only move her head slightly.
It was as if she had rubbed the boy's head, and the slight movement gave her a headache.
"Isidore, please don't make me move. It hurts."
The boy stopped all movements at once.
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