Chapter 252 Interweaving (Part 1) She is a good friend
wait?
What are you waiting for?
Kaharun and Arnold looked at each other with suspicion. Rather than waiting...
Kaharun slowly stopped channeling his magic power. His face turned pale due to the immense consumption of magic power. His chest rose and fell. He asked [Eyes], "Where exactly is the Elven King's Court?"
The magic power of [Eye] automatically revolves around the location of the Elf King's Court.
Kaharun looked at Arnold. Without him saying anything, Arnold nodded. "I know. Go ahead."
The brown pupils looked towards the girl again, lowered their eyes, and just as they were about to cast a teleportation array, a familiar magical power came accurately from the chaotic pile of magic.
Kaharun looked up suddenly!
The green candle nestled above Vifiya's head opened its eyes and looked down at her with gentle gaze.
Kaharun's face was filled with astonishment, he would never admit his mistake!
Was that Isidore's magic, or was it his essence of magic? No, it was different.
The brown eyes followed the magic and accurately locked onto the location of Isidore's magic, Vifiya's neck.
Countless white silk threads suddenly burst out from the girl's body, each one like a claw, extending into the distance. The threads were stained with her blood, and the ends of three of them were tied to the [Eye] in the room, Kaharun, and Arnold respectively.
I saw that the silk thread wrapped around the girl's neck was different from other silk threads, and its light was brighter.
Kaharun frowned and stared at the silk thread, his fingertips trembling without him even realizing it.
His feeling is not wrong, absolutely not wrong!
The essence of Isidore's magic on the thread was the same feeling that Vifiya's soul had just given him.
It is obvious why Isidore's essence of magic appears here.
Are you crazy?
Is Isidore crazy?
When did he put his soul in her?
No matter how much you care about Vifiya... if you tear your soul apart without permission, you will die.
Kaharun scratched his head in annoyance, he was going crazy too.
But at this moment he said nothing to blame Isidore, for he was surprised to find that the girl's soul was healing.
Her recovery was as silent as her initial collapse had been.
[Eyes] quietly watched Vifiya's situation without saying a word. This time, [Eyes] clearly sensed the arrival of the world's rules, a power that was no different from his own.
Qingzhu's gaze never left the girl, and the rules of the world descended around her.
Since the two people in the room were the ones she trusted, He explained, "The one among you named Isidore once placed the part of his soul that was recognized by the world in her."
Waiting means waiting for that part of his soul to play a role, allowing the world to recognize her soul in the confusion, and allowing her soul to become reasonable in its existence in this world.
Even though he had guessed it, Kaharun was still so shocked by Qingzhu's words that he couldn't suppress his heartbeat.
He didn't know what to say to Isidore. Whenever he encountered Vifia, he would always do something extremely dangerous, but what he did was more or less useful to her.
Kaharun took a deep breath, lowered his head, and prepared to go to the Elf King's Court again, but this time the accident came unexpectedly.
The silk thread connecting Vifiya and him suddenly stretched straight. Before he could react, a strange scene flashed before him and instantly occupied his sight. It was the strange scene of talking with Vifiya that he had seen not long ago.
The same unfamiliar words came to my mind.
"Magic may be able to create miracles, but it is not omnipotent. The world does not need excessive power."
"Is that so? It seems I have misunderstood magic."
He easily recognized the voice as Vifiya's. Perhaps it was because the scene was just like his memory, everything seemed too immersive. He could vaguely feel the subtle fatigue well hidden under her voice, as well as her unfamiliarity and wariness towards him.
"By the way," he heard himself continue, "there's someone at Alsayin College who looks familiar."
For some reason, Kaharun's heart suddenly began to beat faster in his chest.
He was testing the waters: "There's a guy who looks very similar to the great magician's apprentice."
Why did he say these words to her?
He was observing Vifia: "His name is Isidore Leppezer."
What's her expression?
Nothing but surprise.
She did not know Isidore.
The disappointment of "Kaharun" filled his heart.
Before he could think more, another scene came into his mind.
By the time I realized what I was seeing, my breathing had already stopped.
In the dim cave was a face he was very familiar with, with shiny blonde hair and a fresh face. The bright red beneath her body was just like her eyes.
Rather than admiring the beauty of the eyes, the red was more glaring and hurt his eyes.
Is that... Vifia?
That's Vifiya.
Kaharun shuddered, trying his best to hide his horror and trembling.
He was sure, very sure, that the person he saw, the dead person, the person who had lost his life in the dark cave, was his good friend, Vifiya, the girl whose soul was now abnormal.
"Kaharun" did not come forward, but remained silent. He did not feel sad about her departure. After all, their only interaction was a few words of conversation.
A figure flashed by. It was Arnold.
The usually taciturn knight carefully laid down her body and shed tears silently.
"Kaharun" just watched, looked at the girl's death, the scene of her death, the man who killed her, and the blunt knife.
Then he looked at the person next to him.
The pair of silver eyes were dim, staring ahead. Unlike what Kaharun had imagined, Isidore did not lose control. He just watched quietly as Vifia's body was laid to rest.
He was even quieter than usual, almost deadly quiet.
He did nothing and turned away alone.
Cool air suddenly rushed into Kaharun's nostrils. He felt like he was drowning in water. He struggled and finally stuck his head out. The heavy pressure in his heart was slightly dispelled by the influx of air.
His eyes were blank, and his hand, which was wrapped in silk thread, touched his neck at some point.
The brown eyes reflected the drowsy black-haired girl, and his mind went blank for a moment.
Oh, he wasn't sad.
He took a deep breath. The world's dust monument? If Vefiya really bore the fate of the world, then did she also bear their fate?
How unfair.
This is so unfair.
He couldn't confirm whether what he had just seen was real, whether she was really experiencing that.
She is different from ordinary people in this world. Her way of life, her attitude towards death, and her every action seem to be explained by all the information revealed today.
Her secret was right in front of him, and if he thought about it more, he would know her biggest secret.
…
never mind.
The magic circle under his feet unfolded silently. Of course, his good friend must be alive and well!
Didn't she have them now?
…
…
Kaharun's figure disappeared in the room. Arnold gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, always paying attention to Vifiya's condition.
He should be there for her, Arnold thought, no matter how much he could do for her.
It was normal for a noble like her to have more than twenty personal knights, but although she had knights she trusted over the years, he was the only personal knight she truly recognized.
He couldn't explain how he felt, but for the Knights, this was an honor.
She also hinted to herself that if she wanted to use her as a stepping stone to join the Royal Knights, she could introduce him.
He refused.
Of course he would refuse. He has never had big ambitions and he is already very satisfied with his current life.
The little boy who hid in the damp attic and secretly read his deceased mother's diary, initially just wanted to protect his sister.
His sister, his family, the few reasons he had in this world to work hard.
He was alone until his sister was born.
"Father" would not care about him. "Father" would only scold him every day, urge him to work, take away his wages, and use them to drink, gamble, and squander.
Although it is called a job, children like him who are almost four years old are not formally employed. Adults call it "helping".
Since it is a "help", the daily compensation is not fixed. It could be three copper coins or a piece of bread.
He likes bread because his "father" won't take it away from him.
Those who paid with bread were usually the neighbors.
They hired him to drive away crows in the fields, and he had to run around every day with a pole tied with cloth strips.
Being bitten by snakes and insects and accidentally falling into ditches are common occurrences. Not all neighbors hire him out of kindness.
They would pick and choose because he had to slow down his running speed due to fatigue. These people would usually give him copper coins directly. They knew that the copper coins were like water in his hands. As soon as they were picked up, they would be slipped through his fingers.
They would deduct his copper coins and even say arrogantly, "Goddess, your work today was not as good as the one you did at the neighboring house yesterday. If you weren't injured, you would only have one copper coin today."
Arnold had no choice but to agree, he needed something to eat.
Sometimes he would help herd young animals. Compared to driving away crows, the reward for herding was a little higher, six copper coins. After all, if he was injured by a calf, he might not be able to go out to work for several days.
If he couldn't work, he would go hungry, although he was always hungry.
Occasionally he would meet a generous employer who would give him an extra copper coin, which meant he could hide it secretly.
During the harvest season, he would go to the fields to pick up leftover wheat ears and beans. That was Arnold's favorite season because he could finally fill his stomach for a short time.
But it also means that winter is coming. In winter, he will be able to take on much less work. It will be very cold in winter and there will be nothing to eat.
In the cold winter, the most work he could get was collecting firewood. He didn't have decent warm clothes, so frostbite was inevitable, but he couldn't rest. Winter was different from other seasons. If he rested, it would be really difficult to survive the winter.
Sometimes when he was extremely tired, he would occasionally wonder what kind of person his mother was.
He didn't know, he had never seen his mother.
He had also imagined the life of having a mother. Would she be as gentle as Aunt Helen next door, who would touch his head, ask if he had a good day, get nervous when he had a little scratch, and confront the family because he was bullied and never give in... just like she did to her son.
Unfortunately, every time he opened his eyes, all Arnold saw were fists falling on his body, fists from the man called "father".
He went to work and earned money, but the money was taken away by his "father". He was a tool for his "father" to vent his anger when he came back because things were not going well for him outside.
Arnold was already very experienced in this. He needed to curl himself up into a ball, protect his head and other vital parts, and hold back from making any sound, so that his "father" might let him go because he was bored.
He wouldn't be seriously injured, after all, he had no money to see a doctor.
The unchanging life changed in one summer.
"Father" brought back a woman with a big belly.
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