Lady Alice.
Do you really think you're still uninvolved after everything that's happened?
Is that really what you think?
Tulls didn't speak, but his eyes conveyed all his thoughts.
It wasn't mockery or ridicule, nor was it the smugness of a successful scheme; rather, it was a gentle smile.
Turs is like an old father looking at his lost daughter who can't see the way forward, gently lifting the last veil for her with a smile.
Stop lying to yourself, you should see things clearly now, right?
"In all of our hearts, you have long been one of us, a great being worthy of our respect just like the Prophet."
"Your Majesty Alice, we respect you."
A thick aura of death began to emanate from his body, covering all parts of Turs' body and spreading from his limbs toward his torso.
He said:
"But this respect is not because you possess power that we cannot attain."
Having great strength is one of the foundations for gaining respect, but it is by no means the only reason.
The gods also possess great power and wield the laws, but they are not respected by the members of the Prophets.
"Our gratitude to you is entirely due to everything you have done."
They provided shelter and treatment, helped them move and hide, and even offered them assistance from high above...
What Alice did may have been a simple task for her, but it was extremely important help to the Prophets.
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"...Your prophets did more of those things than I did; you have thanked the wrong person."
Tulls shook his head and smiled.
"Please do not be modest, the Prophet has already told us of your mercy."
"Did you really always think that we were simply obeying the Prophet's orders when we recited the thanksgiving prayers?"
Was all that chanting and daily persistence just to complete a task?
"No, sir."
No.
"At first, it might have been about following orders, but later on, we were all acting spontaneously."
"Our gratitude is heartfelt and never carries any sarcasm."
"In many people's hearts, your status is on par with that of the Prophet."
“We are fortunate to have the Prophet to guide us on our path, and to have you as our refuge.”
Unlike his usual calm and measured way of speaking, Turs spoke rapidly at this moment, quickly expressing the inner thoughts of himself and all the members of the Prophet's Council.
To make her understand.
To let her know that this was not just a joke.
for……
"Turs, I understand."
Tulls: "But..."
Calming down, Alice controlled her emotions and whispered:
"I understand what you're thinking, so don't rush, speak slowly."
"Besides, you have something else to say, don't you?"
After all, this was the final farewell.
"...I see."
"Haha, I was too anxious."
Understanding something from that soft voice, Turs chuckled self-deprecatingly:
"In the end, did I still panic? I didn't want you to see me in this embarrassing state."
Taking a deep breath, Turs truly regained his usual demeanor and spoke seriously:
"If you really don't want to, then just take what I just said as a little joke made by an old fool in the last moments of his life."
"...I will consider it."
"That's enough, thank you for your kindness!"
That's enough.
With his last bit of strength, Turs slowly straightened his spine, placed his right fist on his chest, and then bowed deeply into the crystal before him.
He said:
May you no longer be alone.
May all your wishes come true.
May you and the Prophet never be sad again.
This contains no other thoughts; it is purely the most sincere prayer.
He prayed that the two adults who had brought them salvation would eventually find happiness.
"There's one more thing..."
"When you see the Prophet, please apologize to him for me."
Looking up, Turs showed no sign of collapse or madness, only calmness.
"I already know the answers to the things he hid from me."
Turs had a vague idea about whether his daughter was alive or dead.
This world is cruel, and death is an extremely common thing. Although he desperately hoped that his daughter could live, he also knew how small the probability was.
"I am grateful to him for thinking of me all these years. It's just a pity that I didn't have the chance to tell him in person. It's really a regret."
“I don’t blame him; on the contrary… I feel only gratitude.”
He had long been prepared in his heart, but he just hadn't faced it yet.
Now, there is no longer any need to run away.
Because the father and daughter are about to be reunited.
"I'm going to be with my daughter. She has been waiting for me for far too long."
Finally, at the highest point of Sky City, Turs slowly closed his eyes.
"Ah, Daddy's here to keep you company..."
It never opened its eyes again.
He was once a poor nobleman who was not wealthy and was forced into slavery; a pitiful man.
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