A Jaded Life Chapter 1264

With the start of a plan to make serious trouble for the local fanatics, I felt a lot lighter than I had before, as if a burden I hadn’t noticed had been lifted, no longer weighing down. My earlier indecision and the feeling of powerlessness started to fade. However, I was well aware that those sensations would only completely disappear once I made actual progress on the issue. Now, the obvious next step was to get Lia involved; she’d probably be quite happy to start making trouble for them, and it would give her ample opportunity to train her own Mind Magic abilities. She had so, but she never had the inclination or interest to explore them. Maybe that’d change now.

Thankfully, we were within my tower, a space saturated with my magical power and largely under my personal control; otherwise, finding her might have been difficult. She had seated herself near the top of the tower, at one of the windows facing north, staring into the distance. I had a feeling she wasn’t looking at anything in particular, just letting the view serve as a backdrop for the images conjured by her mind, so I decided to give her a bit of ti to work through whatever was bothering her.

A quick thought, and a subtle flare of magic, created a comfortable seat for , and then I just sat there, waiting. It took a lot longer than I had expected, especially given how vigilant she usually was, but I had a feeling she simply had a lot on her mind. I only wished she would confide in , even if another part was scared of just that. What if she told about her troubles and I was unable to help her? What if I couldn’t even understand what troubled her, which was a disturbingly realistic possibility, given my own issues with emotions. Sure, those issues had changed a lot since I had embraced the legacy of Morgana, and even before then, thanks to Road to Purgatory. But just because my issues had changed, and I thought I had overco so of them, it didn’t an I could empathise with a teenager. And that was without consideration of the additional issues Lia faced as the first of her kind.

Finally, after almost an hour of waiting patiently, her eyes flickered over to , and she startled, the reaction bringing a faint smile to my face.

“Noticed , did you?” I asked, the grin on my face stretching just a little wider.

“Mhm,” she nodded, her eyes returning to the outside, possibly starting to count the snowflakes that started to fall from the sky. “What brings you here? If you wanted to watch the snow, you’d probably be upstairs, on the top of the tower.”

“True, sitting up there, with the wind blowing around , is my preferred perch,” I nodded, “But no, I’m here because I wanted to talk to you,” I told her, pausing for a mont, briefly considering what to start with. I considered prodding her about her issues once again, but decided against it. Earlier, I had offered to listen, so giving her the ti she needed might be the best way to handle this. However, before I could speak again, Lia surprised by opening up without any prodding.

“When I was out yesterday, I saw Samantha,” she said, her voice lacking any inflexion. It was as smooth and cold as ice in winter, giving nothing away.

Instead of replying verbally, I simply nodded, noticing that her eyes were observing in the window’s reflection.

“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, her voice still as cold and quiet as it had been earlier. As I sat there, quietly listening to her, avoiding anything that might spook or pressure her, the entire story ca spilling out, slowly at first, disjointed at tis, but it all ca out. She spoke about her worries and fears, the comfort and security the walls of Jademoon Tower gave her, or rather, the way my magic’s presence worked as a comforting blanket. But at the sa ti, living within the tower, while Samantha and her group had to travel for hours through hazardous terrain to visit, added a level of isolation that proved problematic.

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The longer she spoke, the more I realised I had been premature in blaming Samantha. Sure, she could be considered the root cause, because she had been Lia’s motivation to stay in the tower, but the underlying issues had already been there.

Lia’s dependence on , both emotionally and physically, hadn’t been caused by Samantha. Instead, I had to shoulder the bla for those, especially since the dependence wasn’t coincidental.

Back, when I restored Lia’s broken mind and turned the Shattered who used to be a teenager nad Chantalle, into sothing new, it hadn’t set out to make her my daughter. Hel, I hadn’t even expected that I could restore her mind. I had set out to create a servant, a weapon to be unleashed upon my foes. Binding her to had, quite literally, been part of the magic that created Lia, so should I be surprised that she remained bound to ? Especially after getting fed my blood for months on end, relying entirely on to survive?

For a mont, as she was quietly speaking, I glanced at her with my Soul Sight, just to see if I might find anything out of the ordinary. However, she looked like she always did. So of the oddities of her soul, the taphorical sharp edges, might have smoothed over to so degree, but there was nothing I could point at, no singular connection that might be unravelled with great care and patience. There was only Lia, just as she had always been, since I restored her mind in the cellar of Apple Gate Farm.

While I listened to her describe how she had felt as if the walls of my tower were swallowing her up, I began to consider whether her dependence was sothing I would be able to unravel or if it was a fundantal part of her being. The more I thought, and the longer I listened, the less confident I felt either way. This was sothing that might very well destroy her, unravel the threads holding together her soul and cause it to shatter once again.

Similarly, I wasn’t sure the dependence was magically enforced. Sure, I had originally tried to bind the being who beca Carnelia to my will, but I had been a lot weaker back then, and she had grown powerful in her own right. Would that an the binding was unravelling, or did it an the constant supply of my blood I had given her had only bound her to tighter, to the point that she’d never be able to escape the bindings?

By the ti Lia was done with her retelling and had laid out her various worries, I wasn’t any closer to an answer than I had been when she started to speak. Instead of trying to say sothing, I simply pulled my daughter into an embrace, trying to figure out what to tell her.

For a mont, I considered if there was a way to use the burgeoning divinity of the Mother to sever, or at least alter, the binding and turn it into sothing that would eventually dissolve. After all, part of being a good mother was to let one’s children stand on their own, once they have the strength to do so. To allow them to grow up and beco productive mbers of society, sothing the binding made impossible for Lia.

However, I had no idea what to say or do about the issue, so I simply held Lia, offering her my full support as she worked to figure out this entire ss. I considered telling her about my worries, about the questions I was now asking myself. But what would I say? What could I say with confidence?

At best, I could add to her troubles, making her think that she’d never be able to be independent of . I would have to study this binding and do my best to make things right. I couldn’t call my actions back then a mistake, because that would imply Lia, as she is now, was a mistake.

Instead of telling her about the potential issues, I changed the topic and told her about my plans for the local worshippers of Sunna. The idea of ntal warfare, of skulking in the shadows and slowly sowing the seeds of discontent and conflict, brought a grin to her face.

It didn’t take long for her to have her own ideas, though so of them pushed what I considered plausible, especially given that we didn’t understand their warding. It was obvious that Lia was fully on board with the idea of making these people's lives utterly miserable, just as they would make ours if they could.

Eventually, we both rose, looking out into the distance, noticing the shadows settling across the mountains. Soon, it would be ti to hunt.