Chapter 1099 Like a Brand
For some reason, looking at Sherlock in front of him, another picture suddenly appeared in Aiwass's eyes——
It was the translucent Lucifer standing before him, speaking softly about the past scenes of the snake.
"—Snakes, too. When they lie, they always tell the truth. Just like you.
"—His feelings for us were genuine, but for a higher purpose, he had to abandon us.
"—He sacrificed me without my consent. I am dissatisfied with this. But he feels guilty and suffers for it, so I forgive him. He cut off a piece of his own goodness, and that is you. Your pain is his pain in the past; when a person sins, he must repent, and repentance leads to atonement.
"—Will you lie to me again? Like we did in the past?"
Every word was branded with blood. Aiwass had only heard it once, yet it was etched firmly into his mind.
Maybe it was because of the shock, or maybe it was because of the pain.
It's like watching someone prick their finger with a needle or peel off a nail... Even if you have never suffered a similar injury, when you see a similar picture or even just read the words, you will feel the corresponding pain in your heart.
How similar were Ai Shiping and Lucifer at that time to Aiwass and Sherlock now?
"Is this also a kind of 'tail-binding ring'..."
Aiwass moved his lips slightly and murmured softly.
There were some ripples in his eyes.
But it didn't waver.
Because Aiwass still remembered how he had promised Lucifer—
"I don't make promises like 'I will never betray' or 'I will never lie.' I can only say that everything I do is true to my heart.
"——I will never do anything that I will regret. I will never cut out my regretful heart!"
Aiwass closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his heart was even more resolute.
In any case, he is different from Huan Tiansi.
Just like Lucifer's last words: "I'm just a little sad. We could have faced the end of the world together, and he wouldn't have to be so lonely... lonely to the point of madness..."
And Aiwass, unlike Huan Tiansi, was by no means alone. He was surrounded by his followers, his friends, his lover. They were the ones he had promised to protect. He had vowed to guide them like the sun, even if it meant burning himself to death...
"Ms. Haibasha, I have a question..."
At this moment, Sherlock's words distracted Aiwass.
"--I know."
Haibasha just raised his hand slightly, signaling Sherlock to stop talking.
Today, Haibasha is wearing a dark green dress that reminds people of the forest.
Compared to her youthful and delicate appearance, this outfit made her look surprisingly mature. She sat demurely on a wooden high chair with her legs together, thus appearing taller than Aiwass and Sherlock.
"You want to ask about... Hermes, right?"
Haibasha looked at Sherlock with some melancholy.
For the first time, a glimmer of emotion flashed in her pupils.
"—You are not him."
Haibasha murmured softly, "Absolutely not."
She was so shocked when Sherlock was recognized by the Foolish Chant Tantra. It was only then that she looked at Sherlock with her eyes for the first time... and finally saw his face clearly.
It was a face that I had almost forgotten, but once I remembered it, I could never forget it.
Like a brand.
There is pain everywhere.
Every line and sentence I recall is filled with bleeding wounds.
"...In the past, Dionysus and the feast master merged, becoming two souls in one body. That fool who defied the gods, soaring with brilliance, eventually became one of the gods."
Haibasha looked at Sherlock, as if speaking to him, or whispering to another person: "The Foolish Songs Tantra is not some kind of knowledge that hopes to be passed down. It is that kind of rebellious heart.
"One of the authors of this book is me. The other author is Hermes.
"If you remember the preface of the book, you'll remember that I called myself Crocus. Crocus is the name of Hermes... He was the brother of Hermes. He was the innocent child he accidentally killed and tried to bury."
Hearing this, Aiwass widened his eyes slightly.
He suddenly realized something and looked at the dolls he had brought.
Thirty centimeters to less than half a meter tall, they were about the size of Sega's "Fufu" series of dolls. If you looked closely at the elf girls in their gorgeous long dresses... they bore a striking resemblance to Hypatia at that moment.
Haibasha also followed Aiwass's gaze and murmured softly: "White daffodils, yellow laurels, blood-red anemones, blue hyacinths, pink and purple crocuses...
"Do you know why I named them after these flowers?"
Both Aiwass and Sherlock remained silent.
But Isabel opened her eyes slightly, and she vaguely sensed something trembling.
——That is the power of "beauty".
"Narcissus... He is the most handsome young man among us, his name is Naxos."
Haibasha murmured softly, "After the Fool died, he died soon after. In pursuit of deeper beauty, he transformed himself into a part of eternal beauty.
"He saw himself reflected in the lake, and felt it was the ultimate beauty. So, without hesitation, he jumped in... and never came up again, drowning. Now, he is one of the guardians of the Twin Mirror.
"Laurel—There was a girl named Daphne. She was incredibly beautiful and a devotee of the Moon Angel. At the time, the Moon Angel's split Sun self fell in love with her... She swore she wouldn't love anyone other than the Moon Angel, and didn't recognize that it was a part of the Moon Angel she worshipped. During her long and destined wait, she gradually transformed into a laurel tree, and even now she still dances with Heng."
"...The elves' tree-like disease?"
Aiwass murmured.
The yang self that the Moon Angel split off...isn't that the Xi Tiansi that Hengwo split off?
“It’s a similar story with anemones and hyacinths.”
Haibasha turned around and looked at Aiwass: "They are both tree-like elves... They are both our friends. One went to the Kingdom of Giant Trees, and the other went to the Amber Forest."
"Only Saffron... is Hermes's dead brother, right?"
Sherlock was silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
He had already guessed the truth.
The Lord of Scales and Feathers said, "An apostle of the Sand Clock was once bored in the material world, throwing a frisbee. He accidentally lost his grip and killed a young elf. This innocent child was named Crocus, and he was the original Saffron."
The original saffron.
When Shylock questioned the Fool's fate, Hypatia said this:
"This book is absolutely out of print—it's only passed down through me. I haven't hidden this fact at all. You're the first person recognized by this book... If you can't tell, I'll be disappointed."
The reason why Haibasha said this...
"The saffron symbolizes his past sins. The other four flowers symbolize his friends."
Haibasha turned around and looked at the doll, his eyes filled with tenderness: "I let them accompany Saffron... just like we accompanied him in the past."
She stood up from the high chair, walked up to the five puppets step by step along the azure illusory steps that appeared in the void.
She reached out and gently touched the doll girl in a pink and purple dress, and it gradually floated up and emitted a pink and purple glow.
"—Because she is the daughter of Hermes. She is the identical twin sister of Grey Sky. I named her Crocus."
"Gray Sky Commander..."
Hearing this, Aiwass widened his eyes slightly: "Could it be..."
"oh?"
The young elf girl turned around and looked at Aiwass, the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "You don't know... the great former Pope.
"I... am Hui Tiansi's biological mother."
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