Chapter 270 I Hated You Osa decided to become friends with her...
I hated you.
That was a long time ago.
The bright spring afternoon fell into the pale blue eyes. The little child lay in bed, with the faint fragrance of flowers on the quilt and the faint smell of medicine on the tip of his nose, and the bitter taste of medicine in his mouth.
Osa felt tired and knew that she couldn't go out today.
She stood up with difficulty and stepped on the floor barefoot. A chill started from the soles of her feet and rushed straight to her head.
It's a nice day today.
She took a few steps barefoot in the bright room, thought for a moment, and turned back to put her clothes on, fearing that Hefa would be worried.
She passed through a magic barrier and pushed open a small door that Hefa had left specifically for her.
She closed the door and approached. Hefa, who was hunched over the desk, had stopped writing. He carefully looked her over, making sure she was in a normal state today. Then he asked, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah." She responded, and took out the book she hadn't finished reading yesterday from the bookshelf with ease. He didn't look away until she took a few steps and sat down on the small desk he had customized for the little girl.
"I will teach you how to use magic later," Hefa said.
"Okay." The little girl looked down at the magic book that Hefa had written personally for her to successfully use magic.
The room suddenly became quiet, with only the rustling sound of Hefa's quill hitting the parchment and the sound of her turning pages.
After turning to page 183, the little girl's thoughts began to wander. She recalled the last time she went out, a month ago, when she saw a child holding an adult's hand and calling those people "Mom" and "Dad."
At that time, she looked up at Hefa who was holding her hand, and he happened to look down and ask her if there was any toy she wanted.
"Are you my mother?"
Hefa was startled and put down the quill. In the bright study, Osa's blue eyes were clear. Seeing that he didn't answer, she asked again: "Dad?"
He realized something and put on a helpless face, as if scolding her for not being able to remember things: "Didn't I tell you? I'm your teacher."
"Oh." The little girl responded indifferently.
Okay, teacher, then, who are her mother and father?
Little Osa's life was always the same: sick, studying, and occasionally when she felt a little better, Hefa would take her out to bask in the sun.
Her health was obviously not good, yet she was miraculously able to practice swordsmanship. These two things were clearly conflicting, but in her they achieved a perfect balance.
She grew up in the Vatican, but no one knew of her existence except her teachers.
Sometimes she would wonder if she was a child stolen by the teacher, but the teacher was still nice to her. Could it be that the teacher was unable to have children and stole her as a child?
After having another high fever, she felt uncomfortable and dazed again. Every time she opened her eyes, she could see the teacher's anxious face and busy figure.
Such scenes have happened many times since she could remember.
She didn't understand why Hefa, who had no relationship with her, was willing to do this for her and leave her behind so that he could live a better life instead of spending most of his time revolving around her.
In the dim light, she saw Hefa's face. He touched her sweat-sticky head and said, "Osha, let's drink the medicine."
She doesn't want to take the medicine, but she won't get better if she doesn't take it. She may not get better even if she takes it, but the teacher will be worried.
She drank the medicine obediently, but couldn't help vomiting it out again. She coughed so hard that it felt like her internal organs were displaced.
Hefa patted her back with one hand and used healing magic with the other to temporarily relieve her pain. He comforted her softly, "It's okay, it's okay, it'll be okay, Osha, I'm here. It's the medicine that's not good, it's too bitter! Who invented this bitter potion? It's so tasteless! I will definitely find you a sweet potion!"
She lay back on the bed and fell asleep weakly.
How could a potion be sweet? She suspected the teacher was stupid.
She knew that her teacher would always be by her side whenever she was sick.
She had another dream, a turbulent dream. She couldn't help shedding tears. A familiar hand gently wiped away her tears. In a daze, she seemed to hear the teacher say, "I will take you to meet your parents."
That was the first time she met her parents.
She had heard of them, Duke Duodu and the only elf in the Eastern Continent.
If they were so rich and powerful, why didn't they come to see her? Could it be... that they couldn't afford to support her because she was sick?
Hefa held her hand and stood in the magnificent mansion.
Her small palm was completely wrapped by Hefa. These were the hands she was familiar with. They would take care of her all night long when she was sick, teach her how to use magic, research potions for her, and teach her how to wield a sword...
She suddenly felt that so-called parents didn't seem that important.
She raised her head, afraid that Hefa would not see the determination in her eyes: "I don't want them anymore."
Hefa lowered his head in astonishment, then looked at the two people coming in with chaotic footsteps.
Osa followed the teacher's gaze and saw that their eyes were red.
They were probably her parents, and she was indifferent.
Hefa squatted down and said, "Give them a chance."
Little Osa stared into her teacher's eyes, then glanced at the two people who had come running.
Well, if the teacher said that, then she would take back what she just said.
Osa was reluctant to let the Duke and Duchess get close to her, so Hefa, who had decided to wait in the guest room, had to pick her up and join their reunion.
The Duke and Duchess introduced her to her room, which was the best-lit room in the entire Duke's Mansion. In the wardrobe were clothes she had worn as a child and even now, clothes that were just enough for her current age.
They prepared a large private vault for her, which was filled with the birthday gifts they prepared for her every year and her collections.
In the basement, she saw the portrait that Hefa had painted of her every year.
She saw the beautiful elf approaching, and she looked at her tenderly, "We can't let you appear before others yet. You have my purest blood, and you will be exploited. You are not safe enough."
"Please give us a little more time and we will explain everything to you."
Ah, it turns out that I was not abandoned.
Their eyes were so sad that little Osa thought for a while and decided to forgive her parents.
Then she met her brother, Feric Tudor.
He was healthy and lively, completely different from her, and he was annoying.
He always looked at her with shining eyes, giving her the illusion that he cared about her a lot.
It was obviously the first time they met.
He said he always knew he had a sister. He said he had bought her a lot of toys over the years and collected many dessert recipes for her, and he had already instructed the kitchen to make them.
“I can’t eat dessert,” she said.
He was a little disappointed, but waved his hand nonchalantly and asked her what she wanted.
He was really annoying, and she wanted to go back with Hefa right now, so she casually said, "I want the sharpest sword in the world."
Later she found out that her parents did not ignore her. They would give Hefa a large sum of money every month and would occasionally visit her secretly in the middle of the night.
Even though Hefa was very kind to her, she would still wonder why her brother's fate was completely different from hers, even though they were both children of their parents.
She is sick again.
She knew why she got sick this time. It was because she thought too much.
She hated her body, hated her sickness, hated being a burden to Hefa, hated having dark thoughts...
Why am I still alive like this?
Hefa opened the door.
He held a bottle of potion and coaxed her to drink it.
It's sweet.
A head popped out of the door.
Osa couldn't help but look over. It was an unexpected person, her younger brother.
He came running over and held her hand before she could react.
"I know!" he said. "I have brought you the sharpest sword in the world!"
Osa felt a little uncomfortable being touched by a strange hand, but she didn't struggle. She took a quick look and saw that he didn't have any swords. She asked, "Where is it?"
"Me." He pointed at himself. "It's me! My swordsmanship teacher said I have a talent for swordsmanship! I will practice my swordsmanship hard! I will become your sharpest sword!"
That day, Osa decided not to hate her brother anymore. Maybe, she didn't really hate him.
The sun was surprisingly not scorching hot in the early morning of summer.
Little Osa lay on a rock in the sun, staring at the glaring sunlight without blinking.
When did you discover the fundamental reason for your existence?
She could no longer remember, or rather, she had always known it, ever since she could remember, but it was only after she met her elf mother that her memory of this became clearer.
She hated that man.
How can I not hate it?
Why does her life and existence need to depend on another person? Why is her weakness also because of another person?
All her pain, all her sorrow, was based on another person's existence. If she was allowed to exist, why was she given a cumbersome body...
But……
The hatred was worn away.
Suddenly one day, Osa found that she no longer hated.
Her body was still weak, but beside her stood Hefa, her mother, her father, and her brother...
They never considered her a burden.
She wants to live a good life and she wants to smile like them.
Her life is not meaningless because she exists.
In order to keep her alive, her mother must have sacrificed a lot in places she couldn't see, and so did her teacher. They all did.
She didn't want to worry them.
She will take good control of this extra period of her life.
She had no reason to hate. On the other hand, she had earned it, the opportunity to open her eyes and experience the world.
So she began to wonder, who was that person?
Would that person be a girl, like her, or a boy? What would that person look like? Would that person even know she existed?
As she grew older and her health gradually began to improve, Osa had an intuition that she was getting closer and closer to that person.
It was at Alsayin College that she met that man.
She had done research before enrolling, and she knew the girl's name, Vifia Kesley.
The first time she saw her, Osa knew that the girl was not aware of her existence.
Osa breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps because she could finally confirm the girl's innocence.
She felt the vitality bursting out of her body, a force she had never felt before.
Interesting, isn't it?
Osa decided to become friends with her.
I don't know who you are, but I have known you for a long time.
If you are the reason I exist, then tell me, why do you need me to exist?
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