Chapter 357: Chapter 302: You Are All My Wings Chapter 357: Chapter 302: You Are All My Wings Inside the cabin, a scene that would never occur in reality was unfolding—eight people, four faces.
Half were real, half were phantoms.
However, the real ones had lost all their mories, while the phantoms possessed all mories and were responsible for assessing the real ones. Although it sounded sowhat comical that the lower had overtaken the higher, it was not so amusing for the stakeholders.
“How could such a thing happen …” Sonia gripped her long sword, shaking her head and loudly retorting, “How could sothing so outrageous happen, you must be lying to ! You all must be bad people, all bad people…”
Rather than retorting, it was more like she was convincing herself.
“A very normal reaction,” said the Sword Maiden calmly, “After peeling away the disguise of mory, all you are left with is the purest wariness of this world—you are eager to control your own fate, unable to tolerate being adrift.”
The Observer spread his hands, “Unlike soone else.”
“But although you are unwilling to believe, you also dare not disbelieve, because you do not know what treasure you have lost,” the Sword Maiden continued. “Nothing pains you more than loss, and you are not soone who easily admits defeat.”
“Tough yet fragile, complex yet simple, cautious yet longing for embrace… You really are too easy to control,” the Sword Maiden looked at the Witch, “Compared to her, your guest seems really about to leave.”
At that mont, Diya was completely curled up in a corner, hugging her legs with her head buried within them, as if praying that the others could not see her. Her entire body trembled, murmuring indistinct words that no one could understand, her hair dirty as if mixed with a bucket of paint, her clothes constantly changing—black stockings on her left leg, white on her right, but both feet in red boots, hands covered in different colored arm sleeves.
Compared to the naive, elegant, and graceful Witch, Diya looked like a dirty child dressed in a clown suit.
“Hey—” the Witch said loudly, “Don’t be scared, alright? Can you trust them a bit more?”
However, the Witch’s words had the opposite effect; Diya shivered violently, almost having a ntal breakdown from the voices in her mind, unable to endure any external stimulus. She gasped heavily, moving along the wall trying to escape—she didn’t care about any mories or precious treasures, she just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible!
Watching the feeble Diya, the Witch slightly narrowed her eyes, her profound gaze swirling with unseen waves.
Typically, Mages would enter the cabin alone, and although the majority of them would beco hysterical and unable to stay calm after losing their mories, they would generally stay to play the ga and complete the Q&A after being soothed by the phantoms.
After stripping away her mories, Diya simply could not harmonize with the sisters in her mind; she even couldn’t understand what was happening to her—why were there so many noisy voices in her head?
If she were alone, it would be fine; the serene cabin could gradually calm her down—the cabin was designed to be cozy and warm precisely to soothe Mages panicked by amnesia.
But besides herself, there were several ‘strangers’ in the cabin, and for the timid and cowardly Diya, this was akin to a torturous hell.
Who are they?
Who are you?
Run, quickly escape from here, there are too many strangers here—
“Look.”
Diya raised her head and saw Ash squatting in front of her. At his fingertips was a transforming Sword Light, sotis turning into blooming flowers, sotis into paper cranes, sotis into delighted kittens, instantly capturing Diya’s gaze.
“Sweet or savory, which do you prefer?”
“Sweet.”
“Sa as , then do you like the feeling of flying?”
“Don’t like it, flying that high is so scary.”
“I kind of like flying…”
As Ash asked various questions, he slowly moved closer to Diya, squatting beside her, extending his hand to gently stroke her head, smoothly caressing down her back. Diya enjoyed it, her facial tension eased considerably, rubbing against Ash like a kitten, her dirty hair color slowly clearing up.
“I know you are scared,” Ash whispered, “I am actually scared too, scared people should stick together, so even if we face danger, at least we won’t die alone.”
Diya and the sisters in her mind were taken aback by his words; the logic was valid, but… it seed sowhat illogical.
“Are you scared too?” Diya asked. “But I can’t tell.”
Hearing these words, Sonia hesitated for a mont, but quickly made up her mind.
She moved closer to Ash and Diya, extending her fingers and releasing a miracle.
Ford by “Sincerity,” “Wave,” and “Killing Intent”—the Spirit Miracle—
Miracle·Sincerity!
Her fingertips emitted a glowing red light, as dazzling as a ruby. She gestured for the two to touch it, and Ash was the first to make contact, while Diya hesitated for a mont before cautiously extending her index finger towards the red light.
Fear, worry, anxiety, fright, loneliness, nervousness… Countless emotions crashed like waves onto their Spiritual Sea coasts, and they soon realized these were Sonia’s current emotional states.
She proved with a Miracle that she was just like them, a frightened young girl who had lost her mory.
Though still frightened, finding out everyone else was just as scared, Diya wasn’t as tense anymore, and the voices in her mind gradually quieted down—actually, the sisters weren’t very panicky, it was just the Black Butler who constantly exaggerated the fear, and the White Queen was always trying to stop and persuade him, but for the naive Diya, their re arguing was already lethal.
For humans, these social animals, nothing was more comforting than increasing one’s kin.
“So it is…”
“Hmm?” Sonia looked at Ash whispering to himself, “What are you saying?”
“Look, I know how to comfort her, and you know how to make her feel safe with us,” Ash said earnestly. “This ans we must have spent a lot of ti together, so even after losing our mories, our bodies still work in perfect sync.”
“We’re all puzzled ‘why we are here’, but actually there are two questions, one is ‘being here’ and the other is ‘why we are together’. We still haven’t found the answer to the forr, but the latter might be on the verge of revealing itself—”
“Because we are closely related, that’s why we appeared together. I don’t know about your personality, but from what I’m currently thinking, if I knew I was going into a place with lost mories, I would only go with soone I completely trust.”
Diya and Sonia thought about it seriously and felt that Ash made a lot of sense.
Sonia said, “If it were , I would only go with the person closest to .”
Diya nodded too, “I would only go to such a place with soone who can protect .”
Ash looked at Denzel, “What about you?”
Denzel was slightly startled, “Am I also with you?”
“Otherwise? Why would you appear here? It must be that you thought it was the most appropriate choice to co here with us, so you followed us in.”
This logic was indeed flawless, Denzel thought for a while: “If it’s soone with whom I wouldn’t mind losing mories… it must be soone I’m willing to risk my life for without hesitation.”
“Good!” Ash stood up and said, “I have completely understood what our relationship is!”
The others were stunned, “Really?”
“Actually, it’s a very simple logical reasoning.” Ash touched Diya’s head, “You would only go with soone who can protect you, which ans I am soone who can protect you, so—you are my sister!”
“Then you,” Ash looked at Sonia, “would only go with soone you’re closest to, so—you are also my sister!”
“Finally, you.” Ash looked at Denzel, “You feel that you would only go with soone you’re willing to risk your life for without hesitation…”
“Am I also your sister?” Denzel asked.
“No,” Ash said, “I think I should be your boss.”
“Wait,” Sonia raised her hand, “My closest person could also be a lover apart from family, why…”
She started to say this and then suddenly realized sothing, her cheeks reddened, and she looked away.
“I’ve considered that too, but don’t you think it would be weird if we were lovers, and I still brought my sister along?” Ash said. “Unless…”
“Unless what?”
Ash looked at Diya, “Unless she is also my lover, which could also explain why we are so loving toward each other.”
Sonia’s mouth twitched, “So, it’s not strange for you to have two lovers? You might as well say she’s your daughter.”
“I couldn’t possibly have a daughter this old at my age…”
Denzel said, “The person I’m willing to risk my life for might not necessarily be you.”
“But one of them is my lover or sister,” Ash said, “and the other is also my lover or sister. No matter which one is your boss, I am your boss’s boss… Wait, I know your true identity now!”
“Think about it, whether I’m with my sister or lover, there’s no reason to bring a subordinate along!”
“So, your real identity is—my lover!”
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