The Lord Of Blood Hill Chapter 543: Grief

Henwell arrives at the entrance of the gladiator dormitory in the arena and sees Michelle, wearing white, reading a book.

Sunlight passes through the window and spills over her, making her golden hair gleam.

After a while, Henwell walks into the room and asks with a smile, "What are you reading?"

Michelle raises her head. "Records of Heroic Knights: The Glory of the Lord of Blood Hill!"

Henwell smiles awkwardly and rubs his nose. "That is all nonsense. A lot of it was not like that at all."

Michelle closes the book. "Oh? Then tell what really happened."

Henwell pulls over a chair, reaches for a fruit, and starts peeling it. "All right. I happen to have nothing to do today."

"Where should I start? The beginning of everything was still that duel in the arena."

"Do you rember? I once had a knightly duel with a young knight attendant. That young knight was originally a substitute Amir had chosen for Arius..."

Henwell speaks very slowly, and Michelle listens very carefully.

On the high platform outside, Chick and the others sit or stand, watching from a distance. Their expressions are all gloomy.

After a while, Ruper cos over with several bottles of wine, tosses them to the others, then bites open the stopper of one and takes a hard drink.

Ruper's expression is sowhat twisted. "Is there really no other way?"

Kivel, standing beside him, sighs. "The church's conditions are too harsh. They never intended to make a deal. They only want to control Henwell tightly."

Chick frowns. "I will interrogate a few more Veil captives. There has to be a way."

Elia says, "It is useless. The people who might know a way are not small fry, and the Veil mbers we captured do not have the authority to know that much."

Dominic asks, "Then what do we do? Just watch White Butterfly die?"

No one answers him. They only look out toward Michelle, who is listening to Henwell's story.

From noon until night, Henwell carefully tells White Butterfly about his experiences over the years.

Michelle listens very seriously, occasionally asking about certain things.

At last, Henwell looks up at the night sky outside. After a pause, he says, "Michelle, tell your story."

Michelle smiles beautifully. "Henwell, do you know the best way for a woman to make a man keep thinking about her?"

Without waiting for Henwell to answer, Michelle gives him the answer herself. "She has to remain mysterious."

"Let my story leave with ."

"In your heart, you will keep drawing the version of you like best. In the days to co, I will always appear in the story you build."

Hearing this, Henwell opens his mouth, but no sound cos out.

After a while, Henwell slumps into the chair like a deflated ball. "I am sorry, Michelle. I cannot agree to the church's conditions."

Michelle smiles and shakes her head. "Henwell, you do not need to bla yourself. This has nothing to do with you."

"Besides, the church cannot save . I do not want to beco a Holy Spirit Nun who loses herself after being brainwashed."

"I want even less for you to beco the church's puppet because of ."

Henwell rises abruptly and grips the hilt of his sword. "Michelle, co back to Peace Haven with first. I have a way to suppress the restriction inside you."

"You have to hold on. In at most a few more years, I will beco a Glory Knight. By then, perhaps I can remove the curse."

"If that does not work, I will go capture soone from the Veil at the Glory Rank. I think they will be willing to trade."

Michelle stands, catches a corner of Henwell's cloak, and shakes her head gently. "Henwell, it is too late."

"You understand. Everything is already too late."

"The restriction inside has already been triggered, just like Ulysses. Even as a king, he could not save himself, and you are also powerless."

"This kind of restriction cannot be removed at all. Otherwise, the Veil could not have opposed the church and the empire for so long."

Henwell's emotions are sowhat out of control. "No. There will be a way. You cannot give up like this."

"I am not Ulysses. I am soone who will conquer the entire continent and beco emperor. I will definitely have more thods than he did."

Michelle smiles and tugs at Henwell's cloak. "You are right. You are a heroic knight, a hero sung of across the entire continent."

"All right, heroic knight. Can you watch the stars with ? I have not looked carefully at the stars for a very long ti."

Henwell stiffly turns around and lets Michelle pull him to sit before the window.

The night sky is washed clean. The stars shine, gathering into a glittering river of light.

"Henwell, do you know? When I was little, my mother always took to look at the stars. She said that after people die, they beco butterflies, fly into the sky, and finally turn into those stars."

"Henwell, which star do you think I will beco? Will you recognize ?"

Henwell does not know what to say. He only feels his throat go dry.

Michelle keeps talking about all kinds of things from her childhood, occasionally letting out soft laughter.

As for Henwell, the veins stand out on the hand gripping his sword hilt.

No one knows how much ti passes. The edge of the sky has already begun to pale.

Just as dawn approaches, several teors streak across the sky.

Michelle cries out in surprise, "Look at those stars! They are flying so fast!"

Henwell forces out a smile. "Make a wish. Where I co from, there is a custom. If you make a wish on a shooting star, it will co true."

Michelle closes her eyes and begins to make her wish with a devout expression.

A mont later, Michelle opens her eyes and looks at Henwell. "Henwell, why did you put dicine on my wounds back then?"

"We were both still young then. Everyone rejected . Why did you not refuse? Why did you not keep your distance from ?"

Henwell smiles. "Because we were both pitiful people struggling to survive. We were just huddling together for warmth."

"Neither of us did anything wrong. We only wanted to live. That was all."

Then Henwell smiles again and says, "Also, the main reason was that you were very pretty. You were the prettiest girl in the camp. Of course I would not keep my distance from you."

Michelle rises and turns in a circle in front of Henwell, her skirt fluttering. "And now?"

Henwell nods. "Still very pretty."

Michelle cos before Henwell. "Unfortunately, in the end, I still failed to survive. Unfortunately, I will not get to see the wonderful things you do later."

"Henwell, live well. Do everything you can to live. Live well in place of those companions of ours, and in place of ."

Henwell nods firmly. "I will. I will do whatever it takes to live, just like we have always struggled to do."

"I will live to the end of the world. My eyes will see all the splendor of this world in your place."

Michelle reaches out and touches Henwell's cheek. "Henwell, if I had chosen to leave with you back then, would everything have been different?"

Henwell grasps Michelle's hand. "It would have. It would have."

At this mont, bloody mist begins to appear around Michelle's body. Her entire body is about to shatter.

Henwell roars, and his Gene Lock and Will Lock open fully.

Blood Will blazes from his Gene Lock, and the Chains of Civilization from his Will Lock coil around them.

The powers of both do everything they can to block the mysterious force inside Michelle.

But it is like an ant trying to shake a tree. Michelle's body is still breaking apart.

Michelle cries out in pain and shakes her head at Henwell. "Enough. Do not waste your strength. This will hurt you."

Henwell's eyes are wet. "I can do it. I definitely can."

Michelle lifts a hand that already shows white bone and gently holds Henwell's cheek. "Henwell, let go."

"I was never free in this life. Now I am going to beco a butterfly, and at last I can be free. I am going to fly into the sky and beco a star."

"Henwell, you also said I am beautiful. Then let leave in my most beautiful form."

After saying this, Michelle gently embraces Henwell. "Henwell, can you hold ?"

Henwell raises his arms and pulls her into his embrace.

"Henwell, I feel a little cold. I cannot see anymore. Are you beside ?"

"I am here. I have always been here."

"Henwell, thank you. Thank you for making feel like I was a person. Thank you for letting love..."