Chapter 288 ■■■ .
How many times has this witnessed her death?
The wind blew through the sand and rocks, bringing up a cloud of yellowish dust. A beam of sunlight fell on the entrance of the cave, but the bright yellow could not dispel the darkness inside.
A young man in old clothes that still looked like a knight was exhausted and breathing sadly. He carefully picked up the girl who was lying in a pool of blood, with her eyes closed and no trace of blood on her face.
Crystal tears slid down his face.
Isidore stood quietly in front of the cave, saying nothing, doing nothing, just watching, and just watching.
The man next to him, wearing a long robe, had a faint look in his eyes. His brown pupils silently scanned everything inside. It was a tragic scene of mutual destruction.
Raylord, if I remember correctly, was the name of the man who found him in the name of Mrs. Cardenas. He actually knew that Raylord was not Mrs. Cardenas's biological son, but out of a possible mentality, including after seeing the daughter of the Marquis of Casely by his side, Kaharun decided to help them.
His eyes moved to the blonde girl, he wondered if she was the one Isidore was looking for?
The temptation, which was still very clear in his memory, ended with the Marquis's daughter being unfamiliar with Isidore.
The blade of the knife, no longer sharp, was reflected in his eyes in the pool of blood.
He knew from the beginning that Reilold's intentions towards her were not pure. After his conversation with the Marquis's daughter that night, he was undeniably disappointed. But perhaps out of kindness, or perhaps because he still held a faint hope that she might be the one Isidore was waiting for, he replaced Reilold's knife with a blunt one.
When he was helping them to leave the cave at the bottom of the cliff of Alsayn College, he thought for a while and called Isidore to confirm, but he didn't expect that he was a step too late.
The blunt knife he replaced it with seemed to cause her more pain before her death.
That wasn't his intention.
Kaharun couldn't help but look at his friend, observing his expression.
Could this be the person he's looking for?
Now that the Marquis' daughter was dead, Kaharun really hoped it wasn't the case.
The pair of silver eyes that never left the cave were no different from before, but he had known him for many years and was still keenly aware of the changes in his friend.
His eyes were inexplicably dim and too quiet.
Isidore has always been very quiet, with only occasional ripples in the past, but now it is more like a pool of stagnant water where even throwing a stone into it will not cause any ripples.
He had changed, and all his attention was on the dead marquis's daughter.
The answer was obvious, but Kaharun was unsure. Knowing Isidore, he wouldn't accept her death so calmly.
What was even more unexpected was that after the body of the Marquis' daughter was buried, he turned around and left silently without looking back.
In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared from sight.
The sunlight in the village of Montbechin still carried a chilly chill. Isidore walked down the long road, surrounded by villagers who greeted him enthusiastically.
He didn't respond, as the villagers were used to. Tara from the bakery trotted over and handed him the bamboo basket: "Take it."
He reached out to take it. This was Sally's intention. If Tara gave him bread, he should accept it.
Isidore continued walking forward, pushed open the door of the small house, put the bread on the dining table, and the aroma of wheat filled the house.
Salis, who had been conducting experiments deep inside the house, noticed someone triggering the magic power outside the house. She left the laboratory and saw Isidore, whom she had sent to Alsayin College. She was surprised and asked, "Why are you back?"
His eyes fell on the bread on the table, and he walked over a few steps: "Tara brought bread again?"
As he said this, he picked up the bread, broke it in half, stuffed half into his mouth, and handed the other half to the student.
He lowered his eyes to look at the half piece of bread in her hand for a long time, shook his head and went upstairs.
Salis chewed the soft bread and stared at his back thoughtfully.
The simply furnished room had two beds, and Isidore locked the door.
A ray of light came from the sky, slanted through the window and into the house, but still failed to dispel the cold.
He leaned on the edge of the bed. The cold sheets no longer had her scent or her warmth.
With his eyes buried in his eyes, his body started to tremble without him noticing, his heart was in a state of confusion, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes were all wet.
The sun is silent.
Her silver eyes were empty. Isidore believed what she said, but he couldn't see it. He couldn't see the future she was talking about.
She said that they would meet again in the future, so where is the future she was talking about? Where is it? Which future is it? What kind of future is it?
He has persisted until now, but suddenly he doesn't know how to persist. The days without her, the days with no end in sight, are really hard to endure.
Anyway, this world has no meaning.
Time will not stop because of one person's departure, nor will it slow down because of one person.
Salis stared worriedly in the direction of Isidore's room. He hadn't come out for five days. There was no response when she knocked on the door, but she knew he was inside.
Back then, he wanted to disappear with Xiao Hui on St. Fagus Island, but later he changed his mind and developed a slight desire to survive. The reason for his change, no matter how you think about it, was related to Xiao Hui.
Now this look...
She rubbed her nose in annoyance. After he came back, the first thing she did was to ask about a girl named Vifiya from Alsayin College.
Vifia Kesley, the daughter of Marquis Kesley of the Segarot Empire, was brutally murdered. The murderer was suspected to be the heir of the Cardenas Merchant Group. Marquis Kesley was heartbroken and said that he would never let the murderer of his daughter go.
She closed her eyes, trying to suppress her red eyes and the unspeakable sadness. She owed Xiao Hui a lot, a lot...
Noticing someone entering the room, she looked over and saw Kaharun holding a tabloid in his hand. She reached out to take it.
[The funeral of the daughter of the Marquis of Caseley will be held at the Marquis of Caseley House tomorrow.]
Understanding his meaning, the two went upstairs. Silence fell on the wooden door. Salis knocked gently on it. "Her funeral is tomorrow. Do you want to go?"
There was no sound in the room, no response.
She sighed helplessly, stuffed the tabloid into the crack of the door, and finally said, "She told me that if you want to see her, in eight years, she will ask you to go to Alsayin College in the Segarot Empire. She said she won't remember us."
Kaharun's eyes widened instantly.
Salis's eyelashes trembled. In the past, due to the rules of the world, she couldn't tell him many things. When she spoke, she lost her voice.
She tried to tell the story of Xiao Hui looking for her again.
This time, there were no obstacles. She carefully laid out the deal from that year. She made a deal with him, paying the price for him and opening up a new life for him...
She didn't know what Xiao Hui said to Isidore before she left, but she was sure that there must have been words asking him to survive.
because……
"She couldn't bear to see you die."
Sally listened carefully for any possible sounds in the house, but unfortunately, there was nothing.
She couldn't help but sigh again and turned to go downstairs.
Kaharun stood there without moving, he lowered his head, his pupils trembling. He only knew that the man was very important to Isidore, but he didn't know that what happened between them was much deeper than he thought.
No wonder... No wonder Salis once revealed that it was a miracle that Isidore survived.
It turns out that person paid the world's price for Isidore...
It turned out that she died for him...
Resurrection from the dead is something the world will not allow, but these are Salis' words, and he will believe them no matter the reason.
He scratched his hair in frustration, oblivious to the pain.
He regretted it, he regretted it, he shouldn't have been so arbitrary, the two people knew each other, he took it for granted that if the Marquis's daughter was the one, she would remember Isidore.
He should have stayed then, he should have… he should have…
Just a little bit! If he could be more cautious! Leave a spell on the Marquis' daughter!
What on earth was he thinking?
A slight noise from inside the door made him stop suddenly, and he looked at the wooden door in astonishment.
The sobs were broken, and each one seemed to be suppressing huge pain, as if hitting his heart heavily.
Kaharun was stunned and confused.
Isidore? Are you crying?
He...he...he is crying?
That was his best friend, and his friend was suffering from his mistake.
This was extremely unbelievable to Kaharun, just as he could not imagine that Isidore would have someone very important to him. He could never imagine that Isidore would shed tears for someone. Would those eyes that didn't care about anything become hot because of another person?
His palms were clenched and white, and trembling slightly.
In the past, he would wonder, after all the years of being with Isidore, why was he not as good as that so-called important person? Why was Isidore's attitude towards her so different from his?
Humans are a very strange species. Kaharun admitted that he was jealous when he learned that his best friend had another significant other, and he was jealous when Isidore acknowledged her importance.
Even he himself had doubts, and the people he thought were his good friends were just that one-sided.
But what could he do? Salis was important, and so was Isidore. She was very, very important to Isidore. He couldn't curse her, cursing that they would never see each other again.
He can't be that ugly.
But now, he became uncertain. He tried to recall carefully and seriously whether he had ever been so harsh to a strange girl he had never met. He found that he could not remember whether he had cursed her, cursed them, like that.
When testing her, did he feel lucky that she might not be the one? Did he feel relieved when facing her death?
He blinked, tears wetting his eyelashes.
He didn't want to be that kind of person, and he hated himself more than anyone else.
It’s all his fault…it’s all his fault…it’s all his fault…
If he could have taken away Reilold's knife directly, if he had hesitated for a moment less after leaving, the situation would not have ended up like this.
He mustered up the courage and walked forward quickly. The cold wooden door failed to reflect his self-blaming brown eyes, so he opened his mouth.
I'm sorry, it's all my fault.
But he couldn't say anything, it was stuck in his throat, making it hurt.
It's all my fault.
sorry.
Inside and outside the door, it was quiet and silent.
It's late at night.
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