Chapter 458: Episode 146: Wen Yan’s Hope (8) (2nd update, seeking support, recent performance is dismal)
His terrifying gaze caused the person to step back, their face turning pale.
“W-what are you saying? I was just suggesting a possibility, it doesn’t an it’s true…” the person stamred. “Besides, it’s not impossible. Tuo, can you guarantee the elder isn’t thinking this way? Are you the elder?”
The elder glanced over, remaining silent.
The young man clenched his fists, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and was about to explode. But at that mont, a small, soft voice pierced the montary silence inside the longhouse:
“Stop arguing——!”
The door had sohow been opened.
Funiya, dressed in a linen dress, stood outside the door. The little girl tightly clenched her fists, using all her might to shout with her eyes closed——
“Everyone, stop arguing…”
She opened her eyes, the deep green filled with a plea, tears streaming down uncontrollably. The tearful girl looked at everyone in the longhouse and sobbed, “I’m sorry, Dad, Grandpa, I’m sorry, it’s all Funiya’s fault…”
For a mont.
The only sound in the longhouse was Funiya’s crying.
The middle-aged man was silent. He stood up quietly, walked slowly to Funiya’s side, and gently hugged her, whispering, “I’m sorry! Funiya, we’re truly despicable, truly despicable——”
In the middle of the crowd, Bolton suddenly held his head and burst into loud sobbing.
For a mont, everyone stood in silence.
Only the elder’s gaze fell outside the longhouse——
The old man slowly stood up, bowed slightly, and respectfully greeted Brand outside the door: “Sorry to let you see such a spectacle, Lord.”
Brand had one hand on his sword hilt, looking at them without saying a word.
At that mont, he didn’t even know what to feel. He just felt he couldn’t utter a word; his hand gripped his sword hilt tightly, knuckles cracking, but it seed like the only way to make himself feel better.
He silently watched the elderly Senia elder step out, looking at him solemnly, as if making a great decision, and then kneel deeply before him, forehead touching the ground:
“Lord, please help us!”
“I know, I shouldn’t trouble you with this, but…”
The elder almost wept as he pleaded.
Everyone was silent, their eyes all focused on Brand alone.
The young man seeing the tearful Funiya, the sobbing Bolton, couldn’t help but sigh slightly. Parting and death are just like this. He couldn’t describe his feelings, only that they filled him with unease.
He moved his lips as if to speak.
But at that mont, he felt a warm little hand grip his own tightly——the young man paused slightly, turned around, and saw a pair of dark eyes.
In those beautiful eyes, there was both compassion and determination——
It was Antitina.
She had still co.
And the noble daughter couldn’t bear to watch this scene. She hesitated, wavered, but in the end, the girl took a deep breath and lightly grabbed Brand’s hand.
She shook her head gently at him.
“Lord,” as the girl spoke, she felt the four words were like sharp knives, one stabbing into her heart after another——gritting her teeth, she finally uttered them one by one.
Brand looked at her.
Everyone else looked at the two of them.
“You want to persuade , Antitina?” Brand asked.
Antitina remained silent, just looking at him.
“Can you bear it?” Brand asked.
Antitina bit her lip, looking at everyone present, the elder’s sorrowful, clouded eyes, the father’s self-loathing and pained expression, and Funiya’s helpless, pitiful gaze, as well as everyone else’s desperate, pleading eyes.
With each look, the girl’s face grew paler as if draining of blood.
But her grip tightened further, her knuckles almost turning white.
“You can hate , Lord,” the girl took a breath and shook her head: “I won’t allow it, I absolutely won’t let you do it; Lord, you know what stepping out ans – facing Gruding, Madara, and the Jendener Family, an endless army. If you promise them, it’s a path to destruction——”
“I know, maybe you don’t care. Because you are the bravest, most honorable Knight I’ve ever known, like the nobles described in the books of Ancient Tis. I always thought that was a legend, but you showed a real possibility…”
“But I care!”
“And because of that, I won’t let you walk to your death. For that, even if it ans everyone hating , I don’t care——” the girl looked up at him, her answer firm and resolute.
Brand was silent for a mont, having never guessed Antitina thought this way. He glanced at the noble daughter, lowered his head, and softly replied:
“Thank you.”
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them, bent down to pat Funiya’s head, stood up, and then turned and started walking away.
“Lord?”
Antitina was stunned.
Everyone also sighed slightly, watching the young man’s back, the hope in their hearts dwindling bit by bit. But they understood what Antitina said, indeed, they had no right to force a stranger to sacrifice his life for them.
What right did they have?
Moreover, it was clear that the young man also felt bad. This ant he cared about them. No one ever cared about how the Senia People lived, but they saw anger and sadness on the young man’s face.
It wasn’t pity, nor charity, but empathy.
When the young man turned back, everyone couldn’t help but clench their fists, not out of anger, but a deep sorrow towards fate.
Lord Martha, Goddess Nia, have you not subjected the Senia People to enough punishnt?
“Let’s go, Antitina.”
Brand did not look back, answering softly.
After a pause, Antitina ca to her senses. As she let go of his hand and sighed a little, she inexplicably felt a small sense of loss, as if she had personally buried sothing precious.
The noble daughter lowered her head and pressed her hand against her chest.
Behind her was the sound of Funiya’s whimpering——
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