Chapter 30
Hera's divine authority extends only to the realm of marriage; she has no authority to interfere with Kiri's revenge plan.
She had already removed the marriage contract that Eria had put on her; the rest was no longer her concern.
Li Jia begged her to take Qi Li back to her sister's side. Hera could never do anything about it, so she had no choice but to agree to her request and extend her arms to her. Li Jia understood what she meant.
She asked Hera to shrink Kiri and put her in her pocket, and Hera did so. Li Jia, clinging to the boss's arm, once again became her accessory.
Li Jia stuck the sticker on her very tightly, and when she turned her head to the side, you could see her fair neck and the fresh, throbbing veins on it.
She smells so good, it makes you want to kiss her.
Hera did just that, her hot, tingling kiss leaving Li Jia's heart feeling empty and hollow.
What's wrong with her?
Li Jia was unsure of what to do, but she was unwilling to be taken advantage of for no reason. What was this if not being a hooligan?
Besides her laid-back side, Li Jia also has another side: she absolutely will not allow anyone to bully her for no reason.
This is the bottom line she set for herself after surviving alone for so many years.
If anyone bullies her without knowing the facts, she will definitely find a chance to bully them back hard.
A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years.
When she was working summer jobs, there were always some seasoned veterans who would use the excuse of letting her learn more to undermine this "little flower" who had just graduated from school and try to get her to do things for them.
Li Jia was no naive newcomer to society; she was always patient and resourceful, managing to slip away at the slightest opportunity, ensuring they didn't get the slightest advantage over her.
When the project was finished, she didn't forget to put a handful of laxatives in each of their water cups—not fatal, but enough to make them vomit.
Li Jia gritted her teeth and pressed her lips to the woman's. Her kiss was very awkward, and when she pulled away, she bit the woman's lips hard, muttering with a smug look, "Your Majesty, only in this way can we be even."
"You..." Hera wanted to scold her for being so ruthless, but the words wouldn't come out.
She took the initiative, so what right does she have to lecture her? If we're going to delve deeper, she's the one who was rude first.
Fortunately, Kiri was hiding in her pocket and didn't see their strange changes, otherwise she would have had no way to explain herself.
Hera sent Kiri back to the small fishing village where Eria lived. Hera used her divine power to heal her wounds, and apart from being unable to speak, she was no different from usual.
After putting them down, Hera took Li Jia back to the fishing boat "No. 32".
The little one was sleepy and fell asleep clinging to her. When Hera put her on the bed, she didn't get on the bed with her, but stood by the window instead.
Tonight is a full moon.
The one who tied the knot must untie it; let nature take its course.
Qili stood outside the fishing village for a long time, unsure how to face her sister. More than being scolded or punished, she feared her sister ignoring her.
finally.
Footsteps came from inside the cabin. Kiri looked up and saw Eria open the door and walk towards her. Her black robe was soaked with seawater and clung to her body, her long, light gray hair shimmering like flowing stars in the moonlight, and her pupils were adorned with rare violet patterns.
"Do you regret it?" Elia crouched down, her fingertips tracing the scabs on Kiri's throat. "You gave him everything, but he only saw you as a stepping stone to power."
Kiri shrank back, her heart pounding with unease at the faint magical aura emanating from Elia.
There was no disgust in Elijah's eyes, only pity and love.
"Sister...I..."
Kiri opened her mouth, but tears streamed down her cheeks and onto Eria's fingertips.
“Let me help you,” Elijah whispered.
A ball of pale purple light emerged from her palm, enveloping Kiri within it: "I won't let you turn into bubbles."
"You should get your revenge for the one who hurt you."
Kiri was surprised to find that the wound in her throat was healing and that a new vocal cord was being implanted. The tears she had been holding back started flowing again.
Her sister chose to become a witch for her sake. She went to the deep sea and helped her rebuild her vocal cords. A pale purple light slowly merged with her, and she was able to make a sound.
The first thing Kiri asked was, "Why?"
"Because I'm the older sister."
With just six words, Kiri's tears fell without warning, one drop, two drops, spreading ripples in Elia's palm.
Memories flooded back: her parents had died young, and her mother, on her deathbed, had summoned her to the shore and told her that the child, who was only a few years older than her, was her sister, Eria.
Qili greeted her happily, saying, "Hello, sister, I'm Qili."
The little girl was a bit shy, and finally stammered, "Erya."
Every morning, Eria would bring herself fresh flower dew. Knowing she had a sweet tooth, she would get up early to collect the dew, always adding a few drops of honey to it—a flavor that Kiri liked.
Every rainy season, Eria would go to the beach with an umbrella and call out Kiri's name to play with her. Kiri would come running in response. She was a mermaid with an older sister, and all the mermaids in the deep sea knew that Kiri had an older sister.
Even though she fell in love with Dorian and received no support or understanding from anyone, and curled up on the rocks crying until she could barely breathe, Eria did not say anything to blame her. She simply sat with her on the rocks, took her hand in her palm, and gently stroked it.
The warmth of her palm burned in her uneasy heart until the night faded. The next day, Elijah handed her a potion that could grow legs, saying, "If it's the wrong path, I'll walk it with you again."
His words revealed countless sleepless nights.
"Qili, you can't marry a stranger."
Elia looked into her eyes, forcing a smile across her tired face.
Moonlight filtered through the shadows of the trees, shimmering on the two figures embracing. The tears that welled up at that moment were a testament to the profound understanding of this silent protection, a torrent of heartache and gratitude.
Kiri regained her voice and gained the power of a mermaid; she was determined to reclaim what was rightfully hers.
Debts are forged in blood, and hatred is carved with blades.
In this life, I will use the blood of my enemies to quench the hatred of the past.
Now, more than the loss of her vocal cords, the hatred she felt when she discovered that Eria had been forced to become a witch because of her could only be made up for by tearing her apart.
"Take me with you."
Elia understood Kiri's thoughts; they were the closest people in the world besides their parents, inseparable.
"certainly."
Qili smiled. She would not push away the person who loved her most in this world, the person who loved her to the core.
She was the same.
As the morning light pierced through the thin mist, they stood side by side on the shore, facing the entire capital of Calter.
Kiri fell into the deep sea, and the ocean became her home. Her legs transformed back into a beautiful orange fishtail.
——
Dorian began to have nightmares. He dreamed that a fish tail was tightly strangling him, constricting his neck and cervical spine, and enveloping his entire body, making him suffocate and unable to breathe.
He was awakened by a nightmare, trembling uncontrollably, his undershirt already soaked with sweat.
Dorian got out of bed barefoot, drew back the brocade curtains in the palace, and what he saw before him made him tremble with fear.
He quickly looked at his chest, and the golden markings had disappeared!
His marriage to Qili was annulled by the god of marriage!
He and she no longer have any relationship!
It's over, everything is over!
Mermaids drove giant waves, thirty meters high, surrounding the entire city of Kalter. The tides were powerful enough to destroy an entire dynasty. On one side of the waves, a long-haired witch in a black robe was standing.
The entire capital was thrown into chaos by the giant waves. Dorian donned his armor and stood atop the wall, roaring orders for his archers to shoot the mermaids.
Kiri's singing voice stirred up a monstrous wave, turning arrows into dust. She was no longer singing a mournful song of the dead, but a song full of free power, the song she often sang to her sister.
Elia moved her magic wand, revealing the prince's lies one by one on the sea, forming a giant curtain showing how he deceived and manipulated Kiri to inherit the throne, and how he took the mermaid's sacrifice for granted.
The mermaid was the guardian of the capital city of Calter, and the people's anger spread like wildfire. They never expected that the prince would take away the mermaid's voice, which she regarded as her life.
The capital was filled with shouts, curses, and complaints from the people, who blamed everything on the royal family of Calth.
If Dorian hadn't deceived the mermaid Kiri, how could a tsunami have occurred, and how could the mermaids have punished Kalte?
Kiri looked at Elia, the witch's long, greyish-white hair flying in the wind, her eyes burning with intense light.
The older sister is trying to clear herself of the humiliation and lies.
At that moment, Qili understood that she no longer needed to regret the past; she had a new journey to walk.
Kiri's singing resonated with Eria's spell, and the scales of her fishtail shimmered with vibrant colors in the sunlight.
"So what if I deceived you! It's all because you're stupid! So what if you ruined Carter? After the sun sets, you'll all vanish!"
Dorian's neck veins bulged, and he let out intermittent roars.
"Hahahaha! I did not lose! I did not lose! I am the only king of Kalter! I was the king of Kalter in life! I will be the king of Kalter in death!"
Dorian's shrill laughter was like the hooting of an owl. He ran wildly across the city wall, knocking over guards and piercing his palms with the butt of his gun and the blade, yet he was completely unaware.
Qili said coldly, "My things should be returned to their rightful owner."
A woman's screams echoed from the palace of Kalter, and a pure white ball of light flew out of the castle, landing steadily in Kiri's palm.
The woman, with only her neck knot remaining, lay on the bed, and blood quickly spread all over the bed.
“Those who break their oaths deserve to die, but you are not worth dying for. The people of Carth should not be buried with a beast like you.”
"So, go to hell."
Qili sang the song from when they first met, but unlike the infatuation she felt then, the melody was more about peace and acceptance.
"I forgot to tell you, if Kiri doesn't receive a true love's kiss, she will turn into bubbles, and so will you."
Elijah said coldly, giving him an ultimatum.
Dorian's face was twisted in a grotesque grimace, and he roared at his own shadow, "You're the one who deserves to die! Not me! No! No!"
His body gradually became transparent, turning into countless bubbles that dissipated in the sea breeze.
Erya kissed Kiri in the waves, solidifying Kiri's foam so that she could remain in the ocean forever.
As the sun sets, Kiri swims toward Eria, the witch opens her arms, and the two embrace amidst the sound of the waves.
Kiri's fingertips touched Elia's cheek, and she smiled and said, "When you gave me the pills, did you foresee that this day would come?"
"yes."
Elijah made no attempt to hide anything.
Kiri was too well protected by herself. Her obsession with Dorian must have stemmed from a moment when she felt happiness. The sincerity she gave was a bittersweet pain, which she could only experience and feel herself.
Even if you're covered in wounds, only pain will teach you a lesson.
There's no need to persuade her. What Erya needs to do is catch her when she falls and prevent her from feeling lost or afraid.
So when she made the pills, she used two doses. If he cared about her, then neither of them would have to die.
Without her, this would be the punishment for deceiving Kiri.
And the antidote.
No one in the whole world loved Kiri more than she did.
A kiss of true love is never the exclusive privilege of the opposite sex; it transcends the constraints of gender and tradition.
The essence of love is the resonance of souls.
She is the older sister.
No one loved Kiri more than she did.
Elijah was born into a family of witches and learned witchcraft, but she did not awaken witch powers because she did not want to; she did not want to become a witch in the true sense of the word.
In this era, witches represent evil, misunderstanding, and stigma.
The religious inquisition even tried women on charges of "witchcraft," accusing them of conspiring with the devil and burning them at the stake—a form of suppression against women who challenged traditional authority.
Becoming a witch brings infamy, while becoming a wizard does not.
Eria initially only wanted to be an ordinary girl, but she gradually grew into an ordinary woman.
Kiri's disappearance caused her immense pain. She suddenly realized what was causing her so much suffering: it was because she was too weak, she had nothing, and that's why she couldn't find her sister.
Elia sought guidance from the previous generation of witches on the method of awakening, then infiltrated the deep sea of Lan Du to explain her purpose to Kiri's people. The merfolk all knew that Kiri had an all-powerful older sister.
The chieftain then gave Kiri a new vocal cord, and it was then that Eria first experienced the power of witch magic.
So this is the thrill of being above others, this is the taste of power. Escaping solves nothing.
Why can't she take power? Why can't she turn the tables and rewrite the rumors and fates of the witches?
"Sister, you saved me, and I want to save you from loneliness. No matter what happens in the future, I will always stand by your side."
Someone you know too well, you can know all her thoughts with just a glance or a gesture.
From the time Kiri could remember, Eria had told herself that she did not want to awaken witch magic, and she did not want to become an outcast in the eyes of the world.
But now she has to become an outcast in the eyes of the world.
So all she can do is try her best to be her shield and her spear, and use the tides to smooth everything over.
"good."
You have no choice but to stand on my side.
Their figures gradually blended into the twilight, like the eternal meeting of sea and land.
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