Chapter 289 ■■■ .
There are always insects chirping at night in the village of Montbechin, and the sound of insects flickers into the dark, unlit rooms.
The air and the night are particularly heavy.
The sheets were wrinkled, as if they had been gripped very hard. A head was hanging down at the edge of the bed, and only the back of the head could be seen trembling, and the person couldn't help sobbing.
Isidore didn't know how long he was in this state. He only knew that the daylight flashed and darkened, darkened and brightened again, and it flashed and darkened countless times. In a trance, he seemed to hear nothing.
Everything in front of him was foggy and he couldn't see anything clearly.
My body couldn't control the sobbing, sobbing continuously, sobbing rapidly, but not a single tear could fall. I could only sob continuously, unable to stop, and couldn't breathe.
My hands and feet went numb, my fingers kept curling up, and suddenly I couldn't move them.
He raised his head along the edge of the bed, his silver eyes were broken and he didn't care whether he moved or breathed.
A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in his eyes. If he could slowly become unable to breathe and die like this, it would seem that he had fulfilled the promise he had made to her.
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth while he sobbed.
He recalled her appearance, everything about her, their meeting on St. Fagus Island, every time she approached him, every word she said, and he suddenly blamed himself, why didn't he talk to her when she first approached him, why didn't he say thank you to her every time she shared food with him.
He missed many, many times, he missed many, many moments to be with her.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar heat slid down the corners of my eyes. Strangely, my sobbing slowly subsided and my breathing returned to my brain.
He was stunned.
He stared blankly at the unclear ceiling as cool air rushed into his body.
The silver pupil collapsed in an instant.
"Ugh--!" His body arched, and the sound that erupted was desperate and hoarse. Tears fell drop by drop, and his fingertips were stiff for a while, and then natural.
"Don't be sad about my leaving." The girl's words inexplicably appeared in his mind. Her voice was vague and hazy, and he could not catch or touch it.
"One day, we will meet again."
Isidore knew it was an auditory hallucination, but he still stopped involuntarily and tried to hear her voice again.
No, nothing, only the chirping of insects.
Somehow, his emotions suddenly calmed down, and even the crying just now became blurred.
His silver eyes were empty and dazed, staring blankly at one place for a long time without focus.
One day, we will meet again.
We will meet again...
His eyes slowly moved towards the tabloid that was stuffed in the doorway.
She was talking about...an encounter...
He staggered to his feet, his legs weak from numbness and days of not eating. After falling and getting up repeatedly, his still shaking hands finally touched the tabloid.
The contents of the tabloid were blurry, and his fingertips were emitting a little magical light as his hand rested on the tabloid.
The light was obviously bright enough, but he still couldn't see clearly. The twisted characters were hazy, so he had to keep moving closer, trying to use the magic light to see the contents clearly.
It was still unclear, but he figured out the meaning of the characters.
Her funeral...will be held...tomorrow...
Tomorrow... He tried hard to think, when the teacher came, was it today, yesterday, or a few days ago?
What time is today?
Is he going?
He wasn't even allowed to attend her funeral.
Did he miss it again?
…
He wants to go.
…
Nobles dressed in mourning came forward one by one to express their condolences for the Marquis and Marquis of Caseley and their only remaining son.
The emperor sent his youngest son.
The Duke and Duchess of Tudor came in person.
Except for the time presided over by the patriarch himself, the nobles did not smile at other times, but talked about fame or profit.
In the middle of them, a young man stood out from the crowd, both in the sadness on his face and the clothes he wore.
His mourning clothes were visibly rough, but they were neater and newer than those of the nobles.
The eyes hidden in the corner, silently watching the whole process, recognized the young man in the blur.
He was the one who collected her body that day.
Isidore saw it in the tabloids and refused the Marquis of Casely's high reward, asking only for a chance to attend her funeral.
He said he was someone who had once received her favor.
The Marquis, who loved his daughter dearly, agreed to his attendance.
Isidore suddenly felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.
What kind of experiences did she have with that person? Would she treat that person the same way she treated him? Would she smile at that person? Would she approach that person? Would she share her food with that person? Would she hug that person?
His silver eyes were gray, and all the problems he had were not as important as the young man's qualifications to stand at her funeral, mourn for her openly, and announce to the world his pain and the depth of his relationship with her.
He suddenly felt fortunate that his vision had become blurry, so that he could pretend that he had not seen the man.
But no, he still needs these eyes, they are still useful.
…
"Teacher, I want to travel far away."
"What?" Salis looked in surprise at the student who had just returned from Xiao Hui's funeral. He had become much thinner in just a few days, and his usually bright green hair now had several white streaks.
She hesitated to speak.
He came to inform her.
"I'll go with you!" Kaharun stood up suddenly.
"No," Isidore refused.
After saying that, he turned around and went upstairs without looking at anyone.
That night, the teleportation array did not hide its magic, and both Salis and Kaharun knew of his departure.
He wants to travel far away, he wants to find the future with her.
He won't wait any longer.
She was talking about an encounter. An encounter means that two people can meet again. In the cave, it can't be considered an encounter at all.
The world will not allow her to come back to life from the dead. As Vifia Casely, she will never appear again, just like Xiao Hui in the past.
The deal she made with her teacher was clearly stated, it would be at Alsayin College eight years later. She knew they would eventually meet, and she was certain they would meet again. She would not remember him, so she had seen him in the future, and at that time, she had not yet experienced the past with him.
As the future of Vefia Caseley, and Vefia Caseley is already dead, that is to say, the future she is talking about is not the future he can see now, but it is independent of another future. She is still the future of Vefia Caseley.
He can't see the future, but he still has his future.
The only things that can keep you alive independently from "death and resurrection" are time and fate.
Without her, he wouldn't be alive today.
He needs a continuation, a continuation of memory and life that can be passed on to the future "him", so that the future can be independent of the present "him" and still be alive.
But first and foremost, we need to figure out what she wants, why she appears under the cliff of Alsayin Academy, and why she leaves?
He went to every place she had been to and observed every person she had met. It was difficult to investigate what she had done secretly. Everything she did could even be described as having no beginning or end.
The chaotic chess game hides the real purpose.
She had things she had to do, even if it meant risking her several times.
She had an unfinished purpose, she came from the future, that was one thing he was sure of.
Perhaps she has experienced more than one "future", and her guesses are bizarre, but they can explain her behavior for some reason.
Every time Isidore set foot in the place where she had walked, he would always feel a special kind of joy. Every step was a proof that she had ever existed, and it was a scene he had never seen before.
But perhaps it was because of her complete departure from this "future" that she gradually became blurred in his mind and in time.
He doesn't want to forget, he doesn't want to forget.
How could he forget her?
He described her appearance over and over again, her eyes, her nose, her hair...
Isidore discovered sadly that the more he painted and the more he recalled her, the more hazy she became in his memory, until he could no longer see her face at all.
The magic circle for storing objects was filled with crumpled parchments. Every piece of paper bore her image, a fragment of her.
None of them are complete.
He regretted that he didn't have a pair of skillful hands and couldn't even draw one-tenth of her.
I drew her eyebrows, but they looked nothing like what I remembered. I drew her eyes, but they didn't match her at all...
So he threw it away and drew again, drew and threw it away again, but he was reluctant to destroy the paper with her image on it, so he piled it up in the magic circle and formed a mountain.
When the last piece of her painting was finished, he couldn't muster the courage to put it up.
There was a piece missing from her huge portrait, the piece in his hand. His hands were trembling, but he couldn't put it on.
He doesn't dare.
He was afraid that after pasting it on, the woman in the portrait would not be her, that was not her, not her.
His empty eyes could hardly see anything, and he couldn't help but doubt, was the woman in his imagination, who existed vaguely in time, still her?
Isidore fell to his knees in front of the portrait in exhaustion. The fragments slipped and the portrait collapsed, hitting him all over.
The paper was extremely light, yet he couldn't straighten his back.
He could no longer paint her.
He could no longer remember her face.
…
The shadows of the trees flickered in the moonlight.
Isidore's hair, which he rarely took care of, had grown a lot longer. His bangs covered the dark circles and fatigue under his eyes. He stared at the huge screen that separated the East and West continents under the tree.
He needed to find something related to the time of destiny.
Before preparing to go to the Western Continent, he found the only alien in the Eastern Continent, Lady Selulan.
The elf lost his composure the first time he saw him.
Because he is a man without destiny.
Strangely, this lady was willing to tell him a lot, such as the fairy clan had a prophet, the dust monument of the past world - the nameless tree, and the special features of the ghost clan...
Before leaving, she gave him a magic circle called the Elves' Solace, which included a magic storage gem containing the Elves' Solace.
Crossing the giant screen was smooth, just a touch. He was not part of the fate of the world, his fate existed because of her.
He was teleported by the giant screen to a place called the Land of Oblivion, where the solace of the elves in the magic storage gem merged with the magic source underground.
He was immediately knocked unconscious by the huge magic wave.
In the bizarre darkness, he saw her, many of hers, all of them were her.
She who smiled, she who cried, she who hugged him, she who was forgiving towards him, she who died again and again...
Isidore looked at "him" and questioned whether she hated "him", and a ball of anger rose up, burning him uncomfortable, burning him as if he was in a bloody mess of burns, constantly adding new scars.
He wanted to go in and punch "himself". Why was he so greedy? What else did "he" want as long as he could be with her!
She comforted "him" with great patience.
His scars were mashed.
She said, I shouldn't be the only one in your life.
But, apart from you, I can't find any meaning.
She gave the escaping "him" a hug and answered all his questions one by one.
Perhaps it was because her eyes were too gentle, Isidore only felt pain, very painful, pain everywhere, pain in his eyes, pain in his head, pain in his throat, and the place called heart also hurt, very, very painful.
She said, I hope you can be happy too.
She said, I want you to care about yourself more than me.
She said, I don’t hate you.
She said, I won't hug someone I hate, do you need me to prove it to you?
No, no, you don't have to prove anything, you just have to stand there.
Everything is my persistence.
That's enough.
That's enough, Isidore thought.
He finished reading "The Future" quietly.
She came from another world, her name was Jiang Suian, she became a god, saved everyone but left herself behind.
The decadent silver eyes opened again in the land of oblivion.
He knew what he should do.
He took away the source of magic and continued to add memories to it.
He set out on a journey to the Western Continent.
As the sun and moon rotate, the water in the grassland river rises and then runs aground.
Isidore visits the Fairy Seer, and in the "future", they have a good relationship.
The little fairy listened to his words, and he did not make any more persuasion or explanation. She did not speak immediately, but just stared at the man in front of her who looked like dead, and then moved to the source of magic in front of her.
She said, “Yes.”
After an unknown amount of time, he took back the source of magic and left the Moon Wood Pond.
The little fairy closed her eyes weakly, then opened them again. Her eye sockets were empty, and the blood in them flowed down her face. She inexplicably thought of the former prophet's purple eyes, and the dilapidated statue in the water in her dream.
It was not easy to find the location of the nameless tree. When Isidore stood at the remains of the nameless tree, countless corpses at his feet scrambled to try to grab him.
In his peripheral vision he seemed to see a man holding a lyre, but when he looked over he could see nothing.
A conch river led him to the end, that was the scene she left for the first time, and a strange power penetrated into his body.
The nameless tree had no consciousness capable of independent communication, and it was nearly dead, so he had no choice but to leave its remains.
Because all the prerequisites have been successful even without the nameless tree.
The future of this world will eventually perish. When the sky shatters and the earth collapses, he returns to the land of oblivion.
He took out the elf's comfort from the magic source, leaving behind "time" formed by multiple forces, and re-sealed the underground.
He closed his eyes. Now it made no difference to him whether he opened his eyes or closed them.
In endless time, time is passing and destiny is moving forward.
It’s okay, time and fate, as long as the “him” in the “future” is not hopelessly stupid, he can get his memory.
The earth withered and all things perished. Isidore gathered the essence of magic in his hands, and the sharp magic blade pointed directly at his heart.
A huge amount of magic power suddenly burst out along the magic blade, continuously flowing into the ground, surrounding the magic source and maintaining its operation.
"Bang!"
He collapsed to the ground exhausted. Death had not yet truly come, but his broken silver eyes had already turned dark.
That's all, right? he thought.
How could he possibly accept the "future" at that time?
He absolutely, absolutely would not accept it.
His life was slipping away, but he smiled, and tears welled up in his eyes. It turned out that a blind man could shed tears.
Did she feel the same way when she left? Was the pain he was enduring now half as much as she had?
If the world were to be destroyed, he would also die. So, it wouldn't be considered suicide, right? It would be considered fulfilling the agreement, right?
The goal he had been pursuing for a long time was finally achieved, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. In front of his dark eyes, he could not see any light, nor could he see her.
A blind person can't see anything.
He slowly closed his eyes, calmly accepting the death he had accepted many years ago.
As my consciousness gradually blurred, something came from underground, making a noise in my head.
"Reset, reset."
"For the ■■th time, ■■."
It was very noisy, without her voice, it was all very noisy, but he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.
The sound suddenly became clear in his mind.
"Destiny restarts, the world resets."
"Repeat for the 51st time, failed."
"The 867th calculation has begun again. The rebellious magician has intervened, the servants of God have intervened, the goblin prophet has intervened, Saloha has intervened, the peeper has intervened, and the nameless tree has intervened."
"For the 52nd time, the calculation was successful."
What is that...?
Isidore didn't know.
Before he lost consciousness, his heart was still a piece of rotten flesh.
Sure enough, he is still jealous.
The "self" who can accompany her to the end, the "self" who can get her attention, the "self" who receives her tenderness...
He finally lost consciousness, waiting for the "self" who could be with her until the end to open the relic.
Boundless darkness, endless chaos, which one is you and which one is me? You are still you, am I still me?
"Isidore."
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