Chapter 817: Chapter 628: Contrasting Emotions
Youlan Weiser Dust Tribulation Fire was conceived in a baby incubator.
Her bloodline parents were ordinary people, but her grandfather was a Mage, so her mother received a good education from an early age, with a high cultural level, though widely knowledgeable but not proficient in any area eligible to beco a Mage.
Though the Dust Tribulation Holy Temple maintains the basic social unit of family, the closer one is to Great Skill, the more devout the belief becos, leaving less room in the heart for other emotions. Ordinary people who only engage in labor can nurture true family affection; whereas nuns and Knights are almost entirely devoted to Great Skill, with children often cared for uniformly by the Holy Temple, nearly severing the parent-child relationship.
Weiser’s mother, although an ordinary person, due to her high knowledge level and having a Mage as a grandfather, she successfully beca a nun of the Holy Temple, which was essentially the best treatnt a mortal could receive. Her having Weiser as a child had nothing to do with love, it was rely that her genes matched highly with another Knight, so she handed over her genetic components, allowing the baby incubator to conceive the next generation—she never saw Weiser’s biological father throughout.
Logically, she should have no emotions towards Weiser at all, but since Weiser beca aware, she almost saw her every day. She was only allowed to call her by na: Vio—ne, first pressing the tip of the tongue to the lower palate, moving upward, and then gently touching the teeth the third ti, Vio—ne.
This was the first phrase Weiser learned.
The na Youlan Weiser was also given to her by Vione. In Weiser’s childhood, Vione occasionally brought her food, occasionally took her out to play, but more often introduced her to the world.
The knowledge enlightennt of the Silver Lamp Holy Daughter started with a bedti story every night.
Back then, little Weiser wasn’t fierce, quite the opposite, a bit dumb; bullied by other kids, she wouldn’t speak up, only hiding in a corner sobbing pitifully. But her most foolish mont was when Vione took her shopping at the comrcial center governed by the Holy Temple, picking out a lovely children’s outfit, seeing as Weiser was already five, she encouraged her to go into the fitting room alone to try on clothes.
Not even a minute later, Vione heard cries from the fitting room, upon entry saw little Weiser with the clothes slid over her head, worn completely wrong, she stumbled and fell crying on the floor, even dumb enough to amuse Vione.
After helping little Weiser change clothes, little Weiser was still sniffling with big teardrops streaming down: “Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t find that, that hole…”
“Why say sorry to ?” Vione chuckled: “Didn’t I teach you to find the sleeves first before wearing? Next ti don’t rush, wear slowly and you’ll be fine.”
“I’m afraid,” little Weiser lowered her head, “I’m afraid you won’t wait for .”
Vione cupped little Weiser’s cheeks, wiping the corner of her eyes with her thumb.
“If I wasn’t waiting, it wouldn’t matter how fast you wore it, I wouldn’t be there.” Vione softly patted little Weiser’s head, saying to her bewildered state: “If I’m waiting, even if night falls, I’ll still be here.”
“So, don’t rush, take your ti, I’ll wait for you.”
…
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Snap! Swoosh! Clang!
In the lower ruins, their movents were as swift as lightning and fluid as water, sword blades cutting through air, Fist Claw fiercely attacking, clashing several tis within seconds, like a raging storm facing thunder and fire, the fight was so fierce as if both sought to kill the other!
Yet observing closely, it was apparent that neither of the Holy Sanctuary Mages had activated their Holy Domains, the high-intensity mutual sparring rely adding no new injuries, the cooperation of their movents seamless. Rather than acting, this was more like a novel form of communication.
He’s waiting for .
Weiser caught a long sword in mid-air, casually swinging a chop and thrust, then Ash seized the opportunity to grab her wrist, making it look as if she was deliberately handing the sword back to him.
He clearly doesn’t know the truth yet.
Weiser sidled closer to him, left hand grabbing his wrist, right arm resting on his neck. This move was ant to pressure the throat to suppress the enemy, but Weiser’s right arm rely grazed Ash’s throat, far from applying pressure, it was almost tender caressing.
She stared at Ash with wide eyes, with unmasked amusent in her brows, her lips slightly raised showing a victorious smile. Even though Ash remained expressionless, swinging his sword in counter like an opponent, Weiser wasn’t angry at all, continuing to join him in this fighting ga.
In his eyes, I’m still the murderess countless tis over, wicked, deceitful Silver Lamp. I’m still his enemy, we still have irreconcilable conflicts, his companions still chase relentlessly.
But he’s still willing to wait for .
He doesn’t even know what he’s waiting for.
Compared to Ash understanding her and supporting her after the truth is revealed, this current scene delighted Weiser even more. Just monts ago those feelings of grievance and bitterness all swept away, leaving behind only sweet bubbles, bursting like fireworks rain in her heart.
Weiser understands Ash’s character very well, although unrelated to virtues like upright, honesty, and resilience, he was the type to despise Evil from the heart to the extent he’d feel conscience-stricken for committing even a little wrongdoing.
It was only in the Divine Fire Trial’s confined environnt and Fangyuan Cicada’s death crisis that allowed them to coexist peacefully. Even so, only when the two were near death would he slightly set aside grievances and principles to console Weiser, though in his heart, it was likely more rooted in compassion and sympathy.
Thus, Weiser was so happy.
It turns out she wasn’t alone; turns out soone would continue waiting for her even after night falls. She never concealed being a bad woman, so her favorites were getting beloved ones to violate principles for her, even if from re Shared Life and Shared Death bonds.
Weiser was now content and didn’t wish to be stubbornly secretive anymore. She knew once she was honest, Ash would definitely pause to listen to her defense, then shortly after finding the final puzzle piece, Ash would understand her, support her, even regret misjudging her.
Weiser was sowhat upset earlier, but now all dissatisfaction vanished. But she’s in no hurry, for this ga-like battle holds special significance to her, she still wants to indulge in this unique tenderness belonging to the two of them—
Crack.
Perhaps due to randomness, exhaustion, or more likely she relaxed—Weiser’s heel stepped on a stone, losing her balance and almost falling down.
At the sa ti, sharp sword edge swept through the air, aid at her throat.
But Weiser wasn’t worried at heart; she even turned to look at Ash, anticipating whether he would show a panic expression—
Pss.
Droplets of silver blood scattered in the air, suspended in ti.
Weiser spread her wings, pulling back like a diving bird at high speed, narrowly evading the sword edge. Though the sword slowed at the last mont, it still grazed her throat.
However, Weiser wasn’t concerned about such minor injuries; she stared blankly at Ash’s expression.
She saw Ash biting his lip, right hand clenched tightly around the sword with bulging veins, face distorted; his eyes full of sorrow, Anger, guilt, these conflicted negative emotions intertwined and fernted into a rusty jagged dagger. Yet, Ash didn’t point the dagger towards her; rather aiming at himself, tearing open his chest, ripping his flesh, sawing through his bones.
Not only she was hurt.
The pain wasn’t solely hers either.
Her joy stemd from Ash forsaking his principles for her.
Yet this was also the source of Ash’s agony by the blade.
Suddenly, the upper air carried the voice and wind of a Necromancer: “Ash, let help you!”
“Okay.”
Ash replied with a single word, then continued swinging his sword.
This ti, it wasn’t the tenderness familiar to Weiser.
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