Chapter 29: The World's Dust Monument God Has Already Paid the Price for Her...
In an instant, many things flashed through Vifiya's mind. God knew how much, and how many memories Mrs. Duodu saw in her.
Mrs. Duodu lowered her eyes and smiled. "Sometimes, you're Ferik's fiancée, or maybe his good friend. You almost always have some connection with him, and you always act the same way: you want to see me."
Mrs. Duodu raised her head and looked at Vifiya. Her eyes were open and her blue pupils were as clear as water.
And every time, Vifiya failed to see her.
So this time, no matter what the reason was, Mrs. Duodu was willing to take the initiative to meet her.
"Do you mind?" Vifiya asked, minding that her motives in approaching her son were not pure.
Mrs. Duodu shook her head. "Whoever he wants to be friends with is up to him. You haven't hurt him in any way."
After that, Madam Duodu spoke seriously, "Don't worry. I only saw you a few times when you came to the Duke's Mansion. You always had a strong purpose, but you used different methods to achieve it."
She looked at the girl in front of her with blonde hair and red eyes. She was exactly the same as the one she had secretly investigated. She couldn't tell what she was thinking at the moment, but it didn't matter because she brought enough sincerity.
"In the elves' cognition, there's a word called a dust monument. You can think of it as a story with many endings, and so many endings need a point to stabilize them. The dust monument is this point."
"All the destinies in the story will be intertwined with the Dust Monument, or in other words, will be affected by the existence of the Dust Monument."
There was still no change on Vifiya's face. She didn't know the reason why Mrs. Duodu told her this concept. Mrs. Duodu seemed to be betting on what she wanted.
Mrs. Duodu's expression became complicated: "What I mean is, you are very likely this dust monument."
Vifiya suddenly raised her eyelids, her red pupils showing a hint of confusion, but she saw that Madam Duodu did not seem to be joking. She smiled and said, "Madam, this kind of thing is not funny at all."
Mrs. Duodu fell silent, just looking at the girl in front of her who was about the same age as Osa. She did not tell Vifiya what she felt in her memory.
When God proposed the deal, she secretly resented this stranger in her heart, wondering why her child wanted to live only because of another person.
But God had no reason to lie to her. She wanted her child to open her eyes and see the world. She wanted her to live.
How could she leave like this when she hasn't even had the chance to touch this world with her own hands?
But she saw Vifiya's memory, even if it was brief. She was surprised by her repression and felt the loneliness from the depths of her life. She was speechless for a long time.
God intended for her to feel it.
It was also God who revealed vaguely, allowing her to connect Vephia and the Dust Monument.
The Dust Monument carries a huge destiny, and Mrs. Duodu is well aware of this, but she has never thought that the Dust Monument would be a human being.
It shouldn't be a human.
Madam Duodu continued, "If we combine my memories with yours, it's not hard to see something strange about you. Everyone else is following the same path, but you, not only have a different trajectory, but you're also forcing others to change theirs because of you."
Mrs. Duodu thought for a moment and then said, "It sounds far-fetched, but my intuition is never wrong, and God seems to want me to tell you this."
Vifiya, who always hears many different things in this life, can now accept the information of the explosion very well. Many things are related to God. She secretly thinks about adding "God" to her plan.
"Madam, please forgive my rudeness, is there anything you need me to do?" Such information is worth the same price.
This time, Mrs. Duodu understood her, and Vifiya took the information she said as a deal between her and her.
Mrs. Duodu shook her head, her expression calm, but with a hint of sadness in her eyes: "Even if Sasha was born safely, her health was not good until you came to Lachigo."
The clear lake in her eyes seemed to ripple, but she remained firm. "This is just a mother's request. Her life is destined to be closely connected with you. On this journey, I would like you to take care of her. No matter what choice she makes, I want her to live freely and happily."
After she finished speaking, she stood up and bowed deeply to Vifiya: "I'm counting on you."
Vifiya hurriedly stood up and supported her: "Madam."
She looked at Madame Tussauds, and somehow her memory of her mother, whose figure had become blurred far away in her hometown, overlapped for a moment with the mother in front of her who was worried about her daughter. She controlled herself not to look down at the necklace.
Vifiya suddenly felt bitter and complicated, and her voice became gentler unconsciously, fearing that her words would hurt the mother. "Madam, Osha is an independent person. Even if she really exists because of me, so what? She is herself and she will not be bound by anyone."
Mrs. Duodu was visibly stunned, and her eyes turned red unconsciously. She lowered her head as if relieved. When she looked at Vifiya again, her eyebrows were smiling slightly with a hint of imperceptible worry.
She held Weifeiya's hand, which was supporting her, and tightened slightly: "There is something I must remind you of. Don't tell anyone what you experienced in the depths of your consciousness today."
Although Mrs. Duodu's reminder was beyond Vifia's expectations, her knowledge was within her expectations. As the only elf in the East Continent, she knew more than Vifia expected.
But she didn't elaborate, and changed the subject: "Sasha told me that she wanted to invite you to the Duke's Mansion. Please come over when you have time."
The two of them distanced themselves again. Mrs. Duodu thought for a moment, looked at Vifiya, and added, "I'm helping you not only because of Shasha, but also because you're a good child. At the same time, it's a deal with God. You don't have to pay any price, because God has already paid for you."
The image of the majestic goddess she saw in the temple emerged in Vifiya's mind, and she couldn't help but wonder, could such a god be so kind?
Mrs. Duodu came forward, placed her hands lightly on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Go see the real God."
After she finished speaking, she quickly withdrew her action, as if she had never done such a thing or said such words, and she did not care about Vifia's reaction.
Turning her head to look out the window again, the elf, who had revealed a little bit of fragility, returned to the appearance that Weifei had first seen. She smiled at Weifei and said, "I am looking forward to having you visit the Duke's Mansion."
The words that Mrs. Duodu said in her ear as if they were a casual chat were so shocking that it made Vifiya's heart suddenly stormy. She couldn't help but want to confirm with Mrs. Duodu whether this was what she thought.
Just looking at her expression, she didn't want to say anything more. Vifiya took a deep breath and suppressed her anxious heart. She could only wait until next time.
Vifiya pinched the hem of her skirt and said, "Madam, I wish you a wonderful day."
Mrs. Duodu, who didn't need to perform any formalities, also performed the formalities. Vifiya immediately understood what she meant. She was asking her not to forget what she had asked of her.
Mrs. Duodu stared at Vifiya's departing figure, feeling mixed emotions.
She shouldn't have come to see Vifiya so early, but she came anyway, and it was a good thing she came.
Vifia's consciousness was nearly wiped out, and she almost risked exposing the fact that she still possessed elven power in an attempt to forcibly pull her consciousness out.
After all, once she died, Osa's body would suffer a backlash, and she, who was already healthy, would only suffer double the pain.
What she didn't expect was that Vifiya was able to pull herself out, and the other two people around her were actually magicians, and their magic power seemed to be quite strong.
Just as Mrs. Duodu was thinking, a man quietly pushed the door open and walked in. He sat down without any courtesy and looked up at her: "A small restaurant actually has a magician."
"You want to investigate?" Mrs. Duodu looked down at him.
The man chuckled, stroking the Vatican pattern on his sleeve. "I'm not interested in my kind, but I've found a very interesting magician."
She ignored the conflict in his words.
Seeing that Madam Duodu looked uninterested, the man slumped down in his chair, closed his eyes, and looked relaxed. "You'll definitely find this interesting too. This is news I finally got. A magician has moved into the Marquis of Kesley's mansion. I heard he's quite insane and is researching magic that can bring the dead back to life."
Mrs. Duodu paused as she stepped back to sit down. As an elf, she knew what this was, but it was impossible.
Magic is not omnipotent and there are limits to what it can do. Something beyond common sense, like resurrection from the dead, is as impossible as reversing time.
"Magic should only be used in moderation, not in excess." This is common sense understood by every elf in the Western Continent.
But she is now on the same side as Vifiya, and this magician is in the Marquis of Kesley's mansion, so she always has to keep an eye on him.
She sat down and snorted softly, "You might as well believe that the giant screens of the East and West continents will disappear tomorrow."
The man opened his eyes, his eyes filled with curiosity. "He's made some progress."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Duodu's eyes became sharp.
…
Deep in the border.
The sky was dark, and the remains of monsters and humans were scattered on the ground. Only a girl covered in blood stood there. The only sound around her was her heavy breathing.
The girl looked at the miraculous scene in front of her. All the bone beasts were dead. She didn't know how the foreign consciousness that had disappeared from her body not long ago did it, but it didn't matter.
Her eyes swept over the fallen soldiers one by one. Those who fought alongside her were also dead. They should not have died.
The only consolation is that they won, their sacrifices paid off, and their efforts were not in vain.
She reached for the injured area on her shoulder, her fingers pressing hard into the flesh, blood soaking into her nails, but she felt nothing, as if the pain she had felt before her external consciousness faded was just a dream.
It was like she was lending her body to a complete stranger.
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