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Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Chiram

Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Ziram

Looking up to the south, although he could only see the endless shining silver mountains, Qilam always felt that he could see the Great Sky Light Pillar that contained great power.

That was Mount Targon, a place where I had placed my hopes, but where the cruel reality brought me fear.

He failed to save the tribe and lost his wife.

His wife was still there, but she abandoned her responsibilities and chose to become a warrior fighting for God.

Maybe after the flaming beam of light descended, my wife was no longer a human being.

God's warriors are also gods. Gods and humans cannot live together, even if the god gave birth to two lovely daughters for himself.

Thank God, the daughter in my belly did not turn into a terrible god together with my wife.

The man in simple cloth sighed and tightened the tattered sack on his back, making sure that the few wild sweet potatoes contained in the sack did not fall to the ground through the holes.

This was a day's ration for him and his two daughters. Even if it was for his daughters, he had to live strong, just like he had escaped from Mount Targon and taken a swaying boat to Demacia, a land that hated him.

Only by staying in this place without magic could he feel that he was free from his wife's terrifying sight that was as hot as fire. This was the only reason why he chose this unpleasant land to live.

"Foreigners! Please stay away from us! There are enough refugees in Demacia, we don't need anyone to come and snatch land and food from us!"

Accompanied by the whistling sound of waving wooden sticks, a certain Demacia villager's scolding came from behind. As if he was pierced by a sharp arrow, Qilam hunched his shoulders and accelerated himself as if he hadn't heard anything.

footsteps.

He thought he was walking with dignity, but in fact, in the eyes of the Demacians, this foreign refugee was just like a dirty rat, shrinking his head and trotting away in embarrassment outside the village.

There was a little more laughter in the village.

In the southeast, on the outskirts of the quiet forest near the Knockmooch Plains, is the home Ziram built for himself and his two daughters.

Because there were no Demacians or Mombians there, Ziram chose to build a simple wooden house there.

At least he wants his daughter to grow up, and at least the xenophobic Demacians to accept him more. Otherwise, he can't imagine what he would do if someone took away his daughter with evil intentions. He is very incompetent.

He was neither chosen by Targon nor chosen by his wife, and even the xenophobic Demacians did not accept him. He could only flee in panic in fear.

Recalling his daughter's lovely face, Ziram, who knew the dangers of people's hearts, sighed and disappeared at the border of Demacia.

When he was approaching the Forest of Silence, Qilam stood there warily, because in the direction he was coming from, a dozen soldiers with weapons ran towards him. From their uniforms, they could be recognized as being from the Mombia tribe.

warrior.

'Are the Mombians going to invade Demacia?'

The man froze in place, motionless.

Maybe returning to Demacia quickly and telling the Demacians about the Mombian invasion can make the Demacians identify with me more, but what if my turning around and running away arouses the hostility of the Mumbia warriors?

What should I do if I die here? What should my daughter do if I die here?

I don’t know what the man who stood there shivering like a quail was thinking about, but a kind-hearted Mombia broke his troops and said loudly.

"Hey! That man! Noxus has captured the Nocmooch Plains! If you see Noxian soldiers, run away! Don't let the Noxians chop off your heads!"

Ignoring Zyram's expression, which froze, the defeated troops ran towards the west without stopping, as if there were really millions of Noxian troops behind them.

Seeing the group of Mombian soldiers leaving in a hurry, Ziram breathed a sigh of relief, but only for a moment, because he immediately remembered what the soldiers said that the Noxians occupied the Nokmoch Plains.

this matter.

"I have just settled down in the Forest of Tranquility, and my daughter's frail body can no longer bear the long journey.

What's more, if he forcibly takes his daughter to settle in Demacia, there will be beggars who can't work. Demacia is very xenophobic and will probably beat him and expel him, and the Mombians will also be defeated.

The terrible Noxians..."

Looking up at the sky, Chiram always felt that the world was so big that there was no place for him and his daughter.

"Anyway, let's go back first, my daughter is still hungry."

In a simple wooden house outside the Silent Forest, two little girls with black and muddy faces were sitting side by side on the cold ground with their legs hugged. The tattered linen shorts could not make the two little guys feel warm.

Especially when your stomach is rumbling.

"Sister, I'm hungry~ Where is daddy?"

The little black-haired girl held her sister's little hand aggrievedly, her big eyes filled with mist.

"Sister, I'm hungry too. Dad hasn't come back yet."

Holding her sister's little hand, the blond sister looked into her sister's eyes and felt that her own eyes were starting to get blurry.

Being hungry can make people lose the ability to think, and being extremely hungry can make people collapse.

Seeing her sister about to cry, the sister who cried first hugged her.

"Woooooooooo...Daddy (choking) Dad will be back soon with food. Don't be afraid, your sister is with you (choking)."

"Sister, don't cry, oooh, oh, oh, oh, sis, don't cry..."

The two sisters comforted each other, but the effect was very poor. Instead, they cried at the same time, one louder than the other.

After finally stopping crying, the two sisters began to whisper. For the little girl, this was the only way to stop being hungry.

"Sister, why do you think mom left dad?"

"Nonsense! Dad obviously chose to leave mom. Mom was just very busy, but she never left us."

"Ugh, sister, you're talking nonsense! It's obviously dad who wants to reconcile with mom and want mom to come with us, but mom keeps refusing, and instead alienates dad. Why do you say it's dad who left mom?

"

She let go of the arm holding her sister, and her sister puffed up her face.

"Sister, our mother did not abandon us. It was our father who took us away from our mother. Do you understand? It was our father who abandoned our mother. Although... although it was for our own good, it does not change the fact that our father abandoned our mother."

"You're talking nonsense!"

In grievance, she let go of the hand holding her sister, and her sister angrily refused to speak.

The cold war between the two sisters continued until the wooden door with the latch was knocked, and the two sisters covered their mouths with fear in their eyes.

"Misha? Hina?"

“It’s dad!!(*2)”

The panic dissipated, and the two joyful sisters hugged each other again and cheered a little.

The wooden door was opened from the inside. Chiram put down the torn sack on his shoulders with a smile, opened his arms and held his two lovely daughters in his arms.

Only at this time, as a father, he will never back down in the face of any difficulties, even if he will die in the next moment.

He didn't know why, he only knew that he could do it.

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