Chapter 489: Unaware of Pain
Isabel's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
She groaned softly and slowly woke up from the slight shaking.
...What just happened?
The memory of the last second was still stuck on the conversation with Aiwass.
Then she felt a vague sense of the world shaking and wrinkling. It was like a sudden earthquake shattering everything, or like a fragile cardboard box being washed away by a flood. She vaguely heard the terrible roar of a hurricane, as if she were in the midst of a battlefield, listening to the earth-shaking roar.
She shuddered, feeling a surge of fear, as if the house she lived in was about to be destroyed by a tornado. The sense of crisis made her feel like she was about to wake up in the next moment, but she heard another sigh.
A dry and hoarse voice, like sand grinding against a throat, rang out: "Go back to sleep."
Then she fell into a deep sleep again.
When I woke up again, the things that remained seemed like a dream, hazy and elusive.
…but she was already in a dream.
Will the person in the dream still dream?
Isabel fell into a brief confusion.
"Your Highness Isabel."
As if hearing a sound, Shafiya's voice came from outside the house.
Isabel immediately came to her senses and her expression returned to calm.
She tried to throw back the covers and get up, but only then did she realize that it wasn't her dizziness that was causing her to shake, but rather the very "house" itself.
——This is a boat.
Although she had never been on a boat, she instinctively realized what it was.
Why was he with Aiwass just now, but on the boat the next moment?
...Did I lose my memory for a while?
An idea popped up in Isabel's mind, and she looked up at Shafiya with a somewhat melancholy look.
"Are you having trouble sleeping, Your Highness?"
Shafiya whispered, "Do you want to go outside and feel the sea breeze?"
"I just...thought of Aiwass."
Isabel shook her head slightly, tears welling up in her eyes.
This is of course also a performance.
——Compared to waking up feeling groggy and therefore feeling “lost” and “doubted”.
Feeling melancholy and sadness at night would seem quite reasonable. Furthermore, since Isabel could barely be considered a princess of a fallen nation, it was perfectly normal for her to have trouble sleeping and to have wild thoughts.
Sure enough, Shafiya had no suspicion that there was anything wrong with Isabel.
She comforted him, "Everything will be fine with Aiwass. Isn't Sherlock with him?"
"But, after being away for so long..."
Isabel's voice was full of emotion, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes for a moment: "I want to see him! I want it now--"
Seeing this princess who was usually very autistic now showing such strong emotions and becoming willful for the rare time, Shafiya just smiled bitterly, but felt a faint joy in her heart.
It was the first time she had seen Isabel have such clear likes and dislikes.
Before this, Isabel had always been reserved about her attitude. When asked if she was okay, she would simply nod without offering any further comment. She would accept anything offered to her and eat anything she was fed.
She never refuses, but she never looks happy.
Meg is strong-willed and free-spirited, and is naturally optimistic. She never cares about or understands children's emotional problems; George, on the other hand, doesn't understand girls' thoughts at all. To him, there is no difference between a princess and a prince.
But as a half-elf, Shafiya could empathize with Isabel and felt sorry for this most vulnerable little princess.
As a half-elf, Shafiya Morgan's bloodline is quite pure.
The average half-elf's ancestry is one-half, one-quarter, or even less... but hers is at least eighty percent, because almost every generation of her ancestors chose elves as their partners.
They worshipped their ancestor Morgan so much that they didn't even change their last name.
According to Avalonian tradition, after an ancestor becomes an apostle, descendants often change their surnames. This ritual signifies their unwillingness to cling to their ancestors' glory, their commitment to surviving on their own, and their willingness to never burden their ancestors or ask for their help when faced with difficulties—a stark contrast to Xingti's philosophy of "eternally remembering and inheriting their ancestors' glory."
The Morgan family is an exception.
Perhaps it was because she didn't become a knight of the Silver Crown Dragon, but instead became a fairy on the path of love, choosing to follow Shadow Sky Master. Her descendants didn't shy away from using the surname—they openly adopted the name Morgan. This method attempted to purify the bloodline and restore the long lifespan and powerful talents of the elves.
Under these circumstances, Shafiya received a very strict education from a young age. Not only did she have to learn the language of Avalon, but she also had to learn the language of the Theocracy, common sense, and understanding, as if she were not a human, but a pure-blooded elf born in Avalon.
The elders in the family had lived long lives; even their great-grandfather was still alive and well. They had high hopes for Shafiya... because she had a beautiful face, an elegant demeanor, and distinct elven features. She knew full elven etiquette, and her accent was indistinguishable from that of the elves of the Theocracy.
Even the elves of the Theocracy couldn't tell if she was human or not. If she gave birth to another elf, they could be considered elves.
Shafiya used to be like a puppet, listening to the education at home and obeying the orders of the family.
Delicate, cold and silent - speechless, like a bird in a cage.
This is somewhat similar to Isabel, but also different. Unlike Isabel, she wasn't oppressed by the shadow of death, which blocked her heart. Rather, she saw everything clearly at a young age and knew that she had no chance of resistance, so she might as well accept reality.
If you don't resist, you won't feel pain.
If you obey orders from the heart, you won't feel unhappy. But if you're dissatisfied and do everything you can to change reality... by the time the dust settles, you've already missed your original vision. Just like the toys you wanted as a child, you no longer like them as you grow up. Is there any point in waiting until you earn money to buy toys later?
Obviously, no.
So Shafia chose another path.
"I don't like that thing anymore," she told herself. If you can't change the reality, then change yourself.
She kept repeating this, constantly rewriting her own mind. Because of this, she reached the fourth energy level at a young age and touched the fifth energy level of the authoritarian path... thus standing beside the newly crowned Queen Sofia.
“Animals are not domesticated because they are stupid, but because they are too smart.”
The young queen's seemingly unintentional words deeply hurt her heart.
——In the end, she chose to rebel.
She married an ordinary human being.
That was his subordinate, an arbitrator in his thirties.
The other person had no special talents, nor did he possess the apostolic blood of the founding family. Nor was he the elf he longed for. It was simply because he loved him wholeheartedly and from the bottom of his heart—not for the name "Morgan" or the elven blood, but simply for him and himself.
"—From now on, I am no longer Morgan!"
After defending her husband from the assassins hired by his family for the third time, Shafiya angrily severed ties with the Morgan family.
Now, when she looked at Isabel, it was like looking at her past self.
The depressed, silent, and painless Isabel is just like Shafiya when she was little;
And now Isabel is fully awakened, with her own will and likes and dislikes...
It was like Shafiya, who had learned her fate and rebelled against the destiny of her own bloodline.
The former queen taught her this experience.
And now she wants to return it to her granddaughter.
(End of this chapter)
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