Chapter 128 Extra 3: Scaramucci
"This is the will of Her Majesty the Queen—
I have forgiven your sins and given you a new name.
Let us pass on this bloody name:
Poor, mad, cursed [servant]!" [1]
The people in uniform outside the iron fence were walking in a hurry. When they met Peruvili's gaze, they hurriedly avoided it and lowered their heads to whisper.
She felt no ripple in her heart regarding the person they said had crippled her adoptive mother or nearly killed her.
Soon, a series of quiet footsteps sounded. It was clear that even in such a cold and solemn environment, the newcomers were quite comfortable, or at ease.
Peruvili raised his head upon hearing the voice, and the figure of the commander-in-chief that had flashed through his memory appeared before his eyes. Of course, there were also two other executive officers with him.
—[Skirmishers], and [Lady].
What happened next almost repeated the scene that appeared in the ashes of memory.
almost.
Through the Harlequin, the leader of the Fatui, she learned of the curse in her bloodline, the black moon that originated from the destruction of Kanrea.
Unfortunately, he did not discover or mention the remaining embers of memory in Peruvian.
Only one thing, after this, the development was again like the memories related to Krevy, with some differences.
After the [clown] left, the [lady] also turned around quickly.
Just when Peruvili thought that the skirmisher was about to turn and leave, she passed him, and as they brushed past, he smiled a dangerous yet gentle smile, and his tone was kind and soft:
"You know... your fate has diverged?"
Peruvili's pupils trembled suddenly and her steps came to a sudden stop.
"Oh, it seems you've noticed something."
The executive officer left behind these ambiguous words, but did not pause in his actions.
The winter wind, carrying the eternal chill of ice and snow, passed through the empty interior of the building, ruffling the strands of hair around Peruvian's ears.
She glanced sideways slightly, suddenly aware of the executive officer's soft, childlike face, with a familiar gesture.
Soon, Peruvian remembered where this familiar feeling came from. While her eyes could still catch the corner of the other person's clothes, she spoke carefully:
"You bear a resemblance to the teacher who honed my martial arts skills..."
"She is also an irresponsible mother."
At this time, the skirmishers finally stopped.
He snorted coldly and said slowly, "Let's go. Now is not the time to reminisce."
Peruvili finally calmed down, confirming the identity of the executive officer before him. He felt that he had not been at a disadvantage in this encounter.
The next important matter is to meet with Her Majesty the Queen.
…
The soldier's face was a mixture of light and dark, and he looked at Peruvian, who was wearing an executive officer's coat and standing in the center of the palace, with an obscure expression.
One morning, he woke up after a battle with the abyss, and his memories became divided into two distinct parts, overlapping in time and showing signs of corroboration.
The beautiful dream-like memory that suddenly appeared is more powerful in reality, and corresponding traces can be found, and it has become real history.
His battle with the Doctor also began from that time...
When she came to her senses, the audience was over and Peruvian followed him along the corridor of the palace.
The 15-year-old executive girl was silent. She looked up at the colorful sky outside the corridor, then quickly lowered her head.
The soldier keenly caught the fleeting expression on her face and absentmindedly thought that perhaps there was someone who wanted to share the aurora in the winter sky with her.
At this moment, his voice involuntarily lost its dangerous tone, and his voice sounded particularly clear, with a certain innocence.
But Peruvian was not surprised by this because she thought of herself.
If Krevy really did die at his hands during the fight, Peruvili didn't know what would become of him...
In short, I don’t think it will be better than it is now.
"There are always people with extraordinary abilities in this world, and among them, some are particularly sensitive to changes in the world."
"For example, you, and for example, me..."
Upon hearing this, Peruvili couldn't help but recall the curse on himself, and the special effects on his memory after the curse spread, accumulated, and underwent a qualitative change.
But then, the scattered soldiers stopped expanding in this direction and started telling another story.
"Before I answer your questions in this regard, I will tell you a story. No matter what you perceive from this story, don't say it out loud."
"If you still have doubts in your mind, now is the time to speak up."
The skirmisher stopped and glanced sideways at the girl behind him, his eyes filled with inexplicably complex and deep emotions.
Surge, roll, and then subside.
"The story I want to tell takes place in Inazuma. In this country, the land is barren and not all places are suitable for farming. In fact, most of the time, even cash crops can't take root. The vegetation that does grow is more suitable for viewing."
As the skirmisher spoke, Peruvili's thoughts seemed to fly to that land along with his words. As she pondered, she recalled the characteristics that the Inazuma Valkyrie had faintly revealed in the battle.
“It’s tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw it away.”
His tone conveyed obvious disgust, but also implied another meaning.
"So, even scarecrows, a farming tool used to protect the land from wild birds that would otherwise eat and damage crops, have become tools of war..."
——
In a closed and dimly lit house, a woman is weaving a scarecrow.
I am a little tired, but I can't bear to see these flowers lose my protection and suffer from pests and diseases... How can I protect this garden?
She thought.
Thinking of this, the scarecrow in her hand blinked and a tear fell.
The owner of the garden was very disappointed, because in Inazuma, scarecrows can even play a very important role in the fighting arena.
The scarecrow she wove actually shed tears and cried, which meant that he might be afraid of being hurt, afraid of separation, afraid of death...
The owner of the garden abandoned the scarecrow, but she couldn't bear to see her scarecrow wandering outside, and perhaps she couldn't stop his tearful eyes.
So, the owner of the garden cleared a house in a secluded corner, placed the scarecrow in it, and carefully sealed the doors and windows.
The scarecrow stayed alone in the little house, tears kept falling from his eyes, but they could not wet his face or soak his clothes.
Because he is a scarecrow.
I don't know how much time passed until the scarecrow got used to the darkness, got used to the worried, crying expression on his face, and got used to lying on the wall and listening to the sounds from the outside world.
Later, thunder struck and rocks collapsed.
A hole was smashed in the wall, and the dim light from the sky passed through and shone on him.
Can I go out now? To the outside world.
He thought.
But will the outside world welcome me? I will cry, I will shed tears...
The Scarecrow thought as he stepped back.
At this moment, a sound that had never been heard before suddenly came from outside, dripping, dripping.
The clear and pleasant sound awakened the scarecrow's heart, which had been silent in the darkness for a long time. The faulty and rusty gears began to turn again with the sound, just like something that had been stagnant for a long time began to flow again.
He slowly approached following the sound, and the courage to explore quietly sprouted.
"Why is there a child here?" A deep male voice sounded, and in confusion, he spoke anxiously, "Is he injured? Wait, I'll come in and save you right away!"
It turned out that the man was passing by here when he was out on business, and the strange sound came from the amulet given to him by his children at home.
The Scarecrow wanted to see the child very much, so he covered himself with his clothes to hide the parts of himself that were not human.
He followed the man to their homeland, lived with the people there, had a family, and became friends with the child.
They ate together, played together, frolicked together, and fished together...
Even when it was discovered that he was not human, it did not sever the connection between him and these people.
However, as he learned more, the scarecrow discovered that the child was just a traveler staying there, and was picked up by the man who picked up the scarecrow because he ate something he shouldn't have in the wild.
This child, the Scarecrow's most important friend, will sooner or later embark on a new journey.
The scarecrow was very disappointed, but he quickly cheered up. The people around him all had things they wanted to do, so as a scarecrow, he should also have things he wanted to do.
So, this is not something to be sad about.
And this way, when his friends leave, he won't be confused about what to do.
The Scarecrow and his friends said goodbye solemnly in the joyous celebration, and promised that when they met again next time, each of them would become a shining figure like a star.
later……
——
"Later, the sun rose and set, and a long, long time passed..." said the soldier, with a deep light flashing in his eyes.
He remembered a lot of things.
Thinking of Niwa's natural aging, even when his temples were gray, he still fooled him like a child;
He recalled that he had accidentally discovered traces of Ah Chong's return, but each time, Niwa had covered it up.
Thinking back to the gentle and compassionate eyes of everyone who stepped on the sand, they always tried to prevent him from noticing the traces of time passing...
——Because he can live for a very long time, like the eternal scarecrow in the field, watching the crops grow and mature, and watching the people come and go on the ridges.
The Skirmisher exhaled slowly, his voice drifting and distant: "It's been so long that the Scarecrow's family has grown old and died, and it's been so long that no one he knew is left."
"Until one morning, the Scarecrow woke from a dream. For a moment, he couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality. The unjust deaths and disappearances of his family and friends, as well as the words he overheard from his family, kept echoing and intertwining in his mind."
——"We can't keep the curious company for the long days ahead. But Chong can. Chong... can bring back some swift messages hidden in the wind from the distant future."
——"When I was alive, I didn't want Chong to see the strange man after returning from his travels. This was because I wanted Chong to miss the child more, so that he would be more motivated to travel to the future and visit the strange man, and of course, bring our share with him."
Niwa's words were like thunder, buzzing in the scattered soldiers' heads.
He forced out an emotionless smile, putting away all his complicated emotions, and said to Peruvian: "These memories are all real, even if some of them contradict each other."
His last sentence brought back his coldness and inaccessibility. "And I will never forget the past."
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