Chapter 294: Past and Future (Part 2) I Will Never Forgive You...
Isidore locked himself in his room for five days.
Kaharun scratched his head in frustration and paced around the bedroom uncontrollably.
Although they were both magicians, Salis had agreed with them from the beginning that they would not use magic to enter each other's rooms.
Time is a wonderful thing. It can blur a person's memory in another person's memory, and it can also become yeast foam, turning one thing into another.
As remorse grew, Kaharun began to hypothesize, what if... what if...
What has happened, will not come true.
He began to doubt himself, wondering if he was too arrogant because he was a magician, if he was jealous, or if he was not cautious enough...
He really, truly wanted to help Isidore find that person.
Now, that person is dead...
He and Salis were at the door of Isidore's room, telling the people inside the room about her funeral.
Would Isidore react? The answer is no.
Then, for the first time, he heard the entire transaction between the two from Salis's mouth.
It's not that he was unwilling to believe what Isidore said about her, because Kaharun understood that if one had enough affection for a person who had only remained in memory for many years, he would continue to beautify the person every time he thought of that person.
The people in your memory will gradually become what you imagine them to be.
Is she really as good as Isidore said? Is she really worthy of the soft glances he gave her every time he mentioned her?
He didn't know the inside story, so he wouldn't say anything that might discredit her in front of two people who knew her.
But he was also arrogant, especially arrogant towards a strange girl. He didn't want to believe from the bottom of his heart that a person could really be so good.
Salis's words were addressed to Isidore, but his arrogance was gradually defeated and his shame was exposed.
He knew the great magician who had raised him for many years, and of course he understood the significance of the unequal transaction. In just a moment, he understood the girl's intention.
To reassure Sally and ease her guilt.
He was wrong.
He should have thought of it earlier. The reason why Isidore, whose emotions were different from those of ordinary people, could not forget her so much was that no matter what kind of person she was, she had indeed done a lot for Isidore. To him, she was such a good person, and everything she did for him was proof of it.
A huge amount of regret and guilt swept over Kaharun, making it hard for him to breathe.
It's all his fault.
Salis went downstairs reluctantly. When he heard his good friend crying, his final regret overwhelmed his reason.
It's all his fault.
It's all his fault.
It's all because of him that the current situation has occurred.
…
Isidore finally agreed to go out to attend her funeral.
Salis took great pains to raise the puppet-like person to a certain level of popularity, but now, because of him, in just five days, the person has returned to his former state and the puppet has become dilapidated.
The "what ifs" tormented him over and over again.
Isidore left, saying he was going on a long journey, but both Kaharun and Salis knew that he would never return.
No matter what, the brown eyes could not sleep peacefully, and they were filled with repentance all the time.
He destroyed Isidore's happiness.
How can he make amends, how can he redeem himself?
He even wished that Isidore would give him a good beating or scold him to his heart's content.
Isidore wouldn't, he didn't care.
Kaharun knew that it was just his despicable attempt to alleviate his guilt. He really didn't know how he could atone for his sins to his good friend.
Isidore... would he never forgive him? Would he hate him? Did Isidore have such a feeling? Because it was his fault that led to her death, Isidore's hatred seemed justified.
Kaharun would not get an answer, because Isidore had been away for half a year and had not received a single letter.
No matter how you think about it, the fact that the emotionally abnormal Isidore suddenly sent a letter to say hello and reveal his recent situation is truly abnormal, right?
It all started with the death of the Marquis's daughter.
Even though they were just strangers and hadn't even exchanged names, Kaharun felt a different kind of excruciating pain, even more bitter than his mother's death.
It was like a thorny vine, not fatal, but it kept tightening his hands, his feet, his neck, and his heart until his flesh and blood were blurred, and it did not stop.
Salis was worried about his condition and comforted him over and over again.
It's not your fault.
Is it really not his fault? Is it really not?
Even if the words came from someone he considered to be his family, he couldn't lie to himself and tell himself: I'm not wrong.
Every time when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would analyze the pain in his heart bit by bit, over and over again.
Kaharun felt something strange in his heart, and he discovered that there was actually some reluctance in it.
Why would we feel reluctant to leave? Without any emotional connection, we wouldn’t feel reluctant to leave.
It's so strange, so strange.
It was just like crying for her back then, it was so weird.
What does he want to do, what can he do?
She is dead.
If she could live...
No, she is dead.
No.
In the darkness, a glimmer of hope appeared in Kaharun's eyes.
There is another way.
Perhaps the usurper can resurrect someone.
Reason stopped him. The world would not allow resurrection, and Salis had also forbidden them to touch the things of the usurper.
He couldn't, he knew it, but once the thought came, it took root.
He knew, he knew everything, but he didn't know what to do or how to atone for his sins.
His tears wet the pillow. Why was he crying?
…
…
Why did it come to this? Kaharun couldn't help but ask himself.
The complicated magic circle emitted a dazzling light, only the last step was left.
Does he regret it?
He covered his eyes and breathed rapidly. Really, as long as she survived, everything would be fine?
What is he doing?
The three most important people in his life are his mother, Salis, and Isidore.
Who is he worthy of? Who is he worthy of? Who is he worthy of?
It's unbearable.
It’s really… really… too ugly.
Kaharun held out his hand, his brown eyes dusty, magic coiling into runes between his fingers.
If...if he really took this step, would there really be no going back?
If he had stopped there and apologized to Salis, everything might still be in time.
But……
The hand shrouded in magic trembled.
His sin...his sin...his sin...there will never be peace...
The magic power flowed along the fingertips and slowly floated towards the magic circle, trying to complete the last rune.
It suddenly broke into tiny points of light and disappeared in mid-air.
The standing person was like a sculpture, motionless.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally withdrew his hand and scratched his head.
It's not easy, Kaharun thought. It's not easy to squeeze out another thought of myself and control my body.
Fortunately, it succeeded at the critical moment.
He touched his heart and felt that the pain he had felt over the years would not go away in a short time.
He stared at the magic circle that was still running. Was this the stupid thing he had done?
Kaharun fell silent.
Okay, he admitted that he would really do such a stupid thing.
If everything really happened as he saw, then by now, the runes of the magic circle would have been completed. Who knows what would happen next?
Um……
He raised his head. This was something that was not in his memory. He had never experienced these things, but for some reason, it matched what he had seen before when Vifiya's soul collapsed.
Maybe it actually happened.
Kaharun walked towards the magic circle.
Whether it happened or not is not important.
Because in his memory and experience, Vifiya is still alive, she has become his good friend, and her wish has not been fulfilled.
He stepped into the magic circle, and along with the pain in his heart, he let the magic twist him.
Maybe he had made the wrong choice before, but this time, he chose the future, the future with Isidore, Vifia, Osha and Arnold.
Whether right or wrong, he will never regret it again.
A huge amount of magic power suddenly burst out, and Kaharun couldn't help but vomit blood.
Golden blood slid down the corner of her mouth. Thesmera put down the teacup and wiped it calmly, which also attracted Vifia's attention.
"You wouldn't poison your own cup, would you?" asked Vifiya.
He heard her sarcasm and chuckled softly, "If you want to poison me, I will drink it."
"The premise is..." He looked over, "that you can poison me to death."
"That's a pity," she said regretfully, "I don't have any poison."
Vifiya covered her eyes in thought. Goddess Lehomi still did not say where she had taken Isidore and the others, but she was injured, which meant that it might have been done by one of them.
"Miss Vifiya, do you hate me?"
She was stunned by Thesmera's words. She looked over, trying to find some intention behind the god's question on his always kind face.
Vifiya was silent for a moment, without any emotion on her face: "I really hate you."
She did not lie, and there was no need to lie now. She really hated Him. It was obvious that He had done many irreparable things to her. The source of her pain came from Him. It was because of Him that she suffered a lot that she didn't have to suffer.
But why, every time he saw her, he would show a distressed expression?
Why?
Aren't all my sufferings caused by you?
Wasn't everything I endured planned by you?
I die over and over again, becoming what you consider to be a qualified tool over and over again. Even my last hope is under your control!
Since I came into this world until now, I have never been free!
I'm a pawn! A tool!
She was indeed happy to meet Isidore and the other three, as well as [Vifiya]. The time she spent with them was happy and could indeed ease her long-standing pain, but this did not mean that the culprit who caused everything to happen could be forgiven, and that the struggles of the past sixteen lifetimes could be forgotten.
Thesmera was a proper god, but to her, an extremely cruel one.
No matter how sincere his heartache was, no matter how many apologies he made, it all seemed ironic to her.
Chihong was calm, without any emotion, and she slightly curled the corners of her lips.
"I will never forgive you."
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