Chapter 293: Past and Future (I) His friendship with her was far from...
The vast expanse of white has no visible boundaries, and it has a more solid and rounded feel than the misty snow.
When Vifiya stepped into the pure white space, Thesmera was looking at them, not knowing what she was looking at. Until they all stood still, she gently raised her eyes, and there was a faint loving smile in her pupilless eyes. The white of her pupils seemed to always be covered with a thin layer of ice, which diluted the closeness brought by the smile.
"You're here."
He passed by the six people who were far away from him, and the now-invisible Valega, one by one. His gaze slowly stopped on Isidore: "You have tasted the fine wine of fate."
Even though it's a bitter cup.
Isidore did not speak. His silver eyes, amidst the pure white, shone with the coldness of the monochrome starry sky. From the moment he entered the pure white space, his hostility towards Him had already burst out.
With just one sentence, he and Vifiya understood at the same time that He knew the "future". For a moment, they became even more vigilant, but one expressed it directly while the other hid it deeply.
Thesmera ignored their glances. After briefly resting her gaze on Vifia, she greeted her long-lost friend, her eyes filled with longing. "Long time no see, Valega."
His expression was natural, as if it was really just a reunion with an old friend after a long absence. No matter how many times he had looked at Him, no matter in which "future", He had already met Him, but Valega didn't know, right?
For Him, this was the first time He had reunited with an old friend in nearly a thousand years. Before He could speak, Thesmera added, "The flowers of the field never wither."
The sun and moon pupils in his large eyes flickered faintly: "Life and death are the norm of life."
"I know," He responded. "It is me. I cannot abandon it."
All this happened because He could not give up. If, as the Peeping World said, the fate of the world was allowed to develop, there would be no tragedy of the souls from other worlds, and there would be no so-called godslaying. Perhaps Valega would still be the original Valega.
The arrow has already been shot, how can it be stopped halfway? Everything has already happened and is irreversible.
There is no need to separate right from wrong now.
He glanced at Osa, Fei Yi, Kaharun and Arnold. There was one less person than before, but it didn't matter much. For Him, it was enough for Vifiya to be present.
Thesmera looked at her and said, "This time, let's try a gentler approach."
As He spoke, He stretched out His hand. Vifiya and the others immediately became alert. He raised His fingertips upwards, and the sudden emptiness in Her peripheral vision caused Vifiya's heart to skip a beat. She turned her head abruptly.
In the entire pure white space, only she and Goddess Lehomi were left. Her face changed, but she quickly suppressed it.
The space suddenly began to spin, and all the white disappeared without a trace. In the blink of an eye, she smelled a fresh floral scent.
In the vast fields, countless flowers spread without a trace. In the green waves, the densely and perfectly distributed flowers sway and dance, like a floral skirt in the wind.
And where she was standing was a lake, a lake in the middle of the wilderness.
Vifiya lowered her eyes. The lake was like a mirror. She and her eyes met on the clear water. In the endless warm blue, white clouds moved very slowly, and a half-circle silver moon was silent.
She looked up and saw that everything was a reflection of the sky.
There was a moon but no sun, yet the sunlight covered the entire field. Pale yellow gold scattered all over the lake, making it shimmer. In the center was a small transparent round table that was translucent and sparkling with tiny lights, and two transparent stone chairs. A parasol blocked most of the warm sunlight under the table.
Thesmera looked at her, his eyes devoid of hostility or aggression. Despite Vifia's vigilance, he gestured to the side of the round table and said gently, "Please sit next to me."
The girl glanced at Him warily from across the round table: "Where are they?"
He withdrew his hand: "I said, let's try a gentler approach this time."
Finally, he added, "Of course, they won't die."
He knew this was her primary concern.
Vifiya's eyes were searching, trying to judge the truth of his words. While thinking, she put down her guard and walked over. She had no other seat to choose from, after all, there were only two chairs.
Before sitting down, she glanced at the goddess calmly. The stone chair was not cold, but rather had a comfortable warmth. She placed her other hand on the chair. The touch was not of stone, but of a warmth unique to wood.
Thesmera sat down gracefully, and with a flick of her finger, a tiny magic circle swirled around her fingertips. Exquisite desserts and drinks appeared out of thin air, and were placed in an orderly manner one by one with subtle clanging sounds.
He personally filled the classic teacup in front of her: "I think you will like it."
The clear liquid with a light green color flowed down the mouth of the pot, and her face rippled on the surface of the cup, circle after circle, hitting the wall of the cup and then swinging back.
"Now, can you tell me where they went?" Vifiya's eyes were calm, with a hint of coldness and a completely hidden anxiety.
Thesmera leisurely poured herself a cup. "No rush, as long as they don't die."
The teapot was gently put down. "I can promise you that."
He indicated that she could enjoy it.
Looking at everything around her, if it weren't for the wrong timing, Vifiya could not deny that this was indeed a very suitable place for an afternoon tea party.
Beautiful fields, warm sunshine, gentle wind, soothing blue sky and white clouds...
At this moment, her friends' conditions were unknown, and neither was the outside world. How could she possibly have the leisure to enjoy...afternoon tea as if nothing had happened?
“What will they go through?” she asked.
Thesmera smiled slightly. "It depends on them, and also on..."
"destiny."
*
Vifiya was dead, and this was a fact that Kaharun saw with his own eyes.
No, their relationship was not so close that he could call out her name casually. At most, they had just exchanged a few words, and she didn't even know her own name.
No, he never introduced himself to her.
She died, in the caves at the bottom of the cliffs of Alsayin College, along with Reylord Cardenas.
Should he call her Miss Casely or the Marquis's daughter?
It seems there is no need to worry about it because she is already dead.
He knew who the young man who collected her body was. He was a commoner knight named Arnold. He couldn't imagine what connection there could be between a daughter of a noble family and a commoner knight. Was he a commoner boy who admired a rich lady?
Kaharun had to admit that this young lady did have the capital. She came from a distinguished family and possessed the most beautiful beauty in the empire. Of course, her fame and beauty might have been due to her father.
He was well aware of the exchange of interests among the nobles. Beauty could be a capital or a transaction. Even among minor nobles, the sons who were not heirs could be offered up.
But, wasn't it also impossible for him to imagine what was going on between Isidore and her? Isidore, his good friend, who didn't care about anyone else, would devote all his energy to another person.
He and the Marquis's daughter were just strangers, he thought.
Yes, a stranger, not to mention his name, she had never even seen his face.
Another gust of wind blew the sand under his feet. Isidore had already left. The Marquis's daughter was probably the person he was looking for.
This is the person he is looking for...
She is dead.
His connection with the Marquis' daughter was more because of Isidore. If they were not friends, he would not have decided to intervene in this matter.
He stared at the blood seeping into the dirt in the dark cave, where now there was nothing but blood and the body of Reynaldo Cárdenas.
The body of the Marquis's daughter has been taken care of. There is no need to stay any longer, and he already knows the answer he wanted to know.
Whether it was true or not, she was definitely the one Isidore was waiting for.
My head told my body to leave, but my legs wouldn't move.
Drops of water fell silently into the soil.
But why...
The water-soaked soil was much deeper.
Strange, so strange.
He blinked, letting the cool liquid stain his eyelashes.
Something called tears flowed down his face, but there was confusion in his eyes and no pain in his heart.
He doesn't understand.
He admitted that he felt guilty towards the Marquis's daughter, but this guilt was more based on his guilt towards Isidore and was far from the point of crying for her.
But why... his tears wouldn't stop? Tears without any sadness, without any pain, how could they not stop?
Was she really that important to him? But why didn't he feel sad? They were just strangers.
In the end, before returning to the village of Monbeqin, he turned and went to the territory of Seronil.
What does he want to hear, what does he want to see?
Kaharun traveled back and forth in this territory, but the news of the murder of the Marquis's daughter had not yet come. Regarding her, apart from her beauty that the people talked about, there were also some insignificant little things about her.
How pitiful, he thought.
Why is he pitying her?
He couldn't explain it clearly.
Maybe we should go to the Marquis of Kesley House to find out the reason?
He did not go to the Marquis of Caseley's Palace because he had heard other things, perhaps some hearsay, some speculations from others.
For example, the Marquis of Kesley's daughter wasn't as kind as rumored; she was the one who killed her brother. For example, the Marquis of Kesley intended to marry her to the Duke of Tudor, but within two weeks of her arrival at Alsain College, he changed his mind...
Kaharun returned home, to the village of Monbechin, his second home.
No noble lady can be truly innocent, unless her family is overly doting and can tolerate her innocence, unless her family deliberately does it and needs her innocence.
Clearly, he didn't think the Kesleys were either.
He stopped at the door of his home in the village of Montbechin and hesitated. He didn't know how to face Isidore, how to explain to him, how to tell him everything he had seen.
He knew, he knew that when faced with the bad news about an important person, every time he mentioned it again, every time he reconstructed the possible reasons that may have led to her departure, it was a memory that strangled him again and again.
Kaharun knew this pain well, the pain he felt when he lost his mother as a child, and he didn't want to go through it again.
He hesitated at the door, mustered up the courage to move his feet, and disturbed the magic layer that Salis had set up around the house.
At this moment, even if you hesitate, you have to go in.
He didn't know whether he should be glad or regretful.
Salise was left at home eating bread in the dining room while Isidore locked himself in his room.
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