Chapter 235 Hole in the Heart Does Vifiya hate him?
Isidore was drunk.
Vifiya came to the conclusion under his fixed gaze.
She stood up, and he followed her movements and looked up. Vifiya said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss Lunala. I'll take him back first."
Lunala shook her head, indicating that she didn't need to apologize for such a thing. Although it was a pity, there was nothing she could do about it.
Vefiya lowered her eyes, met Isidore's, and asked softly, "Can you get up?"
The man who heard her question jumped up, his eyes shining. At this moment, Isidore was more stubborn than before.
He was really drunk, Weifeiya confirmed again, and she waved at him: "Let's go back."
Seeing him walk to her side obediently, she looked him up and down to make sure that Isidore didn't need her support like other drunks. She declined Lunala's offer to walk them to the edge of the banquet, turned around and asked Isidore to follow, the necklace around her neck indicating the way back.
The footsteps behind her were neither hurried nor slow, keeping a step's distance from her.
The joyful sounds of the party faded away, the leaves rustled like gauze, and the cool evening breeze blew up Vifiya's hair, causing her single purple diamond earring to sway.
Her earrings flashed in Isidore's eyes, and they seemed a little sore.
For some reason, his head suddenly felt sticky, but fortunately he knew that he had to listen to Vifiya.
Vifiya, Vifiya, Vifiya...
With only her figure left in his eyes, he couldn't help but repeat her name over and over again in his mind, trying to fill the emptiness in his heart.
She had left so decisively in the past, so decisively that not many people remembered her, so decisively that even the traces of her existence were almost erased.
He remembered her, Salis remembered her, and St. Fagus Island... there was no trace of her.
On St. Fagus Island, which she had fought so hard to protect, no one remembered her, as if she had never existed.
He asked Salis again and again if she remembered her.
Salis remembered.
Apart from his memory, only Salis still remembered.
When he asked Salis for the last time, Salis was evasive. The face of the girl with black hair and black eyes was gradually becoming blurred in Salis' mind.
After that, he never asked Salis if she remembered her.
He pictured her appearance in his mind, piecing it together bit by bit, piece by piece, as if this would prove that it wasn't just his imagination.
At least he remembered.
He remembers.
He will live well and remember her while he is alive.
He would live his life well and learn every skill that she might need.
He would help those who had helped him, and that was what she expected.
He would study magic seriously, and when they met again, he would be able to help her no matter what she wanted to do, instead of watching her disappear like he did on St. Fagus Island.
He won't be sad... He won't be sad...
When they meet next time, he thinks she will see a better him, a less miserable him, and that he really listened to her.
The waiting time is long, and the encounter is also unexpected.
He finally saw her in the garden of Alsayin College.
There was no process in recognizing her.
His heart, his body, his magic, all leaped for joy at her approach.
His long-dead heart vibrated again, causing him pain.
He didn't respond to her immediately because it had been too long, so long that he thought he was dreaming, even though he hadn't dreamed of her for a long time.
She hadn't lied, they would meet again and she wouldn't remember him.
It doesn't matter, he remembers.
He told her his name was Isidore Leppezer.
There was a strangeness in her eyes, something she couldn't remember.
It doesn't matter, he remembers.
Before she fainted in the garden, she looked at Arnold with surprise. The first thing she did when she woke up was to look for Arnold. He knew that he was not stupid.
It didn't matter, just because she didn't think of him.
When she was taken away by the chain golem, in the Atesaki Mountains, she was wary of him, she was suspicious of him.
It doesn't matter because she doesn't remember, as long as she remembers it.
…
She took the initiative to ask him for help to enter the Holy See. Is she willing to believe him?
No, she didn't. She was the one who did the dangerous thing. They agreed that he would do the dangerous thing next time, but there was never a next time.
It doesn't matter if she doesn't remember, he will try his best to prevent her from being in danger.
…
She thought highly of Arnold, and she seemed to trust him more than she trusted Osha and Kaharun.
Why?
It doesn't matter, she just doesn't remember him.
…
In Yoko Village, she asked him if he was willing to die, and of course he was. Was that something he needed to think about? Wasn't that what they had agreed on from the beginning?
Didn't I say that? He must die with her, he must die before her.
…
She doesn't remember.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter that she can't remember the past, he remembers it, and he will try his best to make her remember that he has a future.
The shadows of the trees were hazy, and the night wind could not blow away the chaos in Isidore's head.
Now, even without a reason, he could stand by her side.
His eyes gradually fell on her hand, which was swaying slightly at her side. Could he hold her hand? She wouldn't disappear again, would she?
Even though he had confirmed it countless times, he still wanted to confirm it.
Between hesitation and desire, he slowly stretched out his hand, his heart pounding and extremely nervous.
Vifiya in front of him suddenly stopped, and he withdrew his hand quickly like a frightened bird.
She looked back: "Next time don't experiment on yourself."
Vifia's words made no sense, but Isidore understood. She still remembered that afternoon when they were basking in the sun at the Marquis's Mansion, Kaharun told her that he was doing experiments on himself.
She remembers.
Realizing this, Isidore smiled and said, "Okay."
Would Isidore remember what he had promised her after getting drunk? Vifiya didn't know. She just felt that the way back to the cabin was too quiet.
She continued to walk forward, and he continued to look at her hand. He did not reach out again. His courage was interrupted and he fled in all directions without being able to pick it up again.
The fallen leaves rustled under my feet, and there was her voice and his voice.
Veffia stopped again, and for a moment even the slightest sound disappeared. She turned back and stretched out her hand to Isidore.
He blinked in confusion. The scene before him was so strange that it made him feel as if his mind was so fuzzy that he could even dream while walking.
Then he couldn't help but question, could he hold it?
Thinking of this, he stared at Vifiya's hand and slowly stretched it out.
Weifeiya pulled it over and said helplessly: "Watch the road carefully."
If you keep looking at her, it's easy to fall when walking at night.
She led him on to the cabin.
He felt her warmth in his palm and followed her footsteps in a daze.
It doesn't seem like a dream.
He tentatively shook her hand back, and she didn't refuse.
His hands gradually became stronger without making her feel uncomfortable.
The hole in the heart is being filled.
The wooden house was not too far from the goblin's banquet, and the two soon stood in front of the house.
Considering Isidore's situation, Vifiya turned her head and said, "Let go first, I'll open the door."
He lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. After a moment, he gently let go of her hand.
Vifiya took out the key from her waist and unlocked the door easily.
Without her saying anything, Isidore automatically followed her into the house.
Vifiya pointed to the wooden chair and said, "Go sit there."
Isidore walked over and sat down without any suspicion.
His eyes followed her every move.
She ran to the side, squatted down, opened the suitcase, searched left and right, but there was nothing inside that could be used to mix a hangover potion. Well, she had not expected to get drunk.
She stood up and poured a glass of water for Isidore, and handed it to him: "Come, drink some water."
He took it with both hands and slurped it down very obediently.
Vifiya sat down beside him.
Drunk Isidore was still easy to take care of, at least she was well-behaved and did whatever she said.
However, Vifiya had to put on hold her original plan to ask him about his experiences upon arriving in the Western Continent after the banquet and decided to wait until he sobered up before asking.
She glanced at him thoughtfully, then looked away in an instant, looking to the other side.
Isidore noticed her gaze and looked up, his silver eyes sparkling with a hint of expectation, but unfortunately all he saw was her turning her head.
He looked at her for a long time, but she still didn't turn around.
The silver pupils lowered and gradually turned gray.
Why didn't Vifiya look at him?
His mind went blank for a moment, and an answer that he was afraid of but never dared to think of floated into his mind and passed through his heart. He couldn't help but ask himself again.
Vifiya, do you hate him?
He fought hard to control his sudden chill, and shadows fell around him.
She would be more natural when interacting with others, and she would have more things to say to others instead of being silent like she is now. She would never call his name when she was in danger, even if he had already made a promise...
Because compared to others, he is not reliable enough, or...
It was as if a piece of iron was stuck in his throat, causing it to ache or... did she hate him?
If you hate him...
He blinked, the moisture in his eyes hit his eyelashes, and he felt a chill, and it was difficult for him to breathe for a moment.
If you hate him...it seems that everything can be explained.
But why was she willing to let him stay by her side and be gentle to him?
Because he is a magician, and she needs a magician.
He knew, he had always known, when they met again at Alsayin Academy, her attitude towards him had changed because he was a magician, but she still had doubts.
His heart ached, he wanted her to use him so that he could stay with her, so that he could have a reason to stay with her.
She needs me, Isidore often told himself, but did she really need him? Kaharun was also a magician.
When he thought about it again, if it was all because of exploitation, he couldn't help feeling sad.
But fortunately, she was willing to use him.
But why wouldn't you be willing to call his name when you're in danger?
Vifia, who was standing by, focused her attention on the invitation letter that Lunala had given her not far away.
I forgot to ask Lunala how to dissolve the cedar wine. The stronger the magic, the easier it is to get drunk. Recalling the way Lunala picked up the bottle of wine, Isidore probably drank two glasses. With his magic power, Vifia couldn't tell how drunk he would be. After all, he looked not much different from before he was drunk.
He could only sit down and rest for a while, and then see if he could wash up by himself. Of course, Vifiya couldn't help him wash up, at most she could just wipe his face.
"Vefia."
Isidore's voice sounded softly, and the name came out of his mouth with a strong nasal tone and a deep grievance that Vifiya could not ignore.
Only then did she pull herself back to her senses and realize that something was wrong with Isidore.
He lowered his head and asked carefully, "Why don't you call my name?"
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