Olvera never thought that she would see a face here that was familiar but somewhat unfamiliar in her memory. She would see her cold eyes hurt her heart, and her mean and contemptuous mouth would slowly bloom.
The charming mandala flowers give people a suffocating feeling of being buried in the deep sea. They are struggling to escape, but can't see the slightest light.
"How...is it possible?" The princess's voice trembled, her body trembled, and even the fingertips holding the holy book were trembling, as if she had lost the belief to continue fighting: "Are you mother? Why do you appear in...
...here? I clearly remember that she has..."
"She's dead."
The woman standing alone on the ruins of the tower spoke with a biting voice: "She died of an incurable disease. Before she died, she said personally that she hoped you could live a carefree life, like an ordinary girl. This
Those are what you heard, her last words, Your Highness."
Olvera's face was pale, and she subconsciously avoided her arrogant and compelling gaze. She spoke in a low voice, as if to convince her enemies, but also to comfort herself: "Yes, my mother... died of illness. My father and I,
Everyone heard her last words. She was buried in the royal cemetery, and every year, I would go and give her a bouquet of flowers... So, I know that you can't be her, absolutely impossible..."
"Of course I'm not her, not your mother."
Regarding this point, the other party has never thought of denying it, because the purpose of her appearance here is not to pretend to be a ghost from the past and use those specious words to disturb Olvera's mind. This kind of behavior is superficial and too superficial.
Too superficial. And more profound injuries are often imprinted in the depths of the soul, forgotten unintentionally, vaguely aware of its existence, but never dare to touch it, for fear that when the scar is uncovered, there will be bloody pain.
"I am a phantom, a trace of existence, and a memory of the past."
The thin woman stretched out a hand and held the thunder gun that penetrated her abdomen. With a little force, she easily broke it. The surging lightning turned into electric snakes and dispersed. From the hollow wound, you could see the boundless
Darkness surged up, swallowing up the remains of countless towers, and the cold wind howled like the cry of a dying beast.
"Ah!" Oveira looked away in panic, with unbearable and fear flashing in her eyes. Although she knew that the person in front of her was just an phantom and not her real mother, seeing such serious injuries from a person with a mother's face,
She still feels scared and helpless, even though such injuries were caused by her own hands.
"What are you afraid of?" the woman said to her, reaching out to cover the wound on her abdomen. It was strange that there was no blood at all when she was penetrated by the thunder gun, but when she pressed her hand on it, there was bright red blood immediately.
Blood overflowed from between her fingers, as if to indicate that she had transformed from a phantom into a real human being.
"Since you have overcome that memory of cowardice, it proves that you have the power of courage. However, the courage you have gained has left you without the conviction to even look at the enemy? Or is this something that has nothing to do with courage?
, you are afraid not because you are not brave enough, but because you know that you can only be afraid, afraid of seeing your mother, seeing her struggling with scars and diseases, that will make you feel... guilty and self-blame,
Is it right?"
She raised a pair of cold eyes and looked directly at Oveira's face. When she saw that she was still avoiding her gaze and did not dare to face her, she twitched the corners of her mouth and showed a sarcastic smile: "This is not
It's strange, after all, you have been doing the same thing since a long time ago. The hurt is eternal, the pain is numb, the meaning of my birth, the meaning of my appearance, the meaning of my fighting are all precipitated in such numb pain.
, to awaken your memory today.”
She suddenly took steps, trudged through the ruins, and walked towards Ovela step by step. The latter was the complete opposite, constantly stepping back with panic in her eyes: "I don't understand, I don't understand what you are talking about... Mother
She died of illness, everyone knows... If, if you continue to use her appearance and say these inexplicable words, then I, then I will..."
She was silent for a moment, then bit her lower lip gently: "I can only eliminate you."
Even if she is an enemy with a mother's face, she will never show mercy.
But.
"Such firm words will come from your mouth? It seems that you have indeed obtained the definition of courage from that timid memory. Unfortunately, in the end, the meaning of its existence was interpreted in such a sad way.
"
The black magician didn't even shift her gaze. Dragging her seriously injured body, she walked forward step by step, creating ripples like water in the darkness. She kept approaching, while Olvera kept approaching.
Retreat. Between advancing and retreating, it is impossible to tell who has the real advantage and who is facing failure.
In the team, Alice saw this scene in her eyes and was very anxious: "Don't listen to her nonsense, Olvera! Get rid of her quickly! Damn it, it's like this again, she can't hear what I say!"
After entering the plot dialogue, the voices of teammates are automatically blocked by the system. Sometimes Alice can't figure out whether the game system is here to help herself or the enemy.
She looked at Olvera who was being forced, questioned, and kept retreating, but was still unable to sing any magic. She felt vaguely uneasy and asked anxiously: "What should we do now, Ringer?"
"There is no way." Ringer replied: "The only thing we can do is to believe in her."
After a pause, he added: "Oveira has passed the test of courage. She will not be afraid of fighting."
"That's right!" Alice seemed to be convinced by him. She calmed down her anxiety a little, and then said bitterly: "You must have the courage, Olvera, you must not lose to that guy!"
Lin Ge did not agree. He suddenly thought: Courage and fighting can solve all problems?
It would be nice if the game was that simple.
…
Olvera was retreating, and her back suddenly hit something hard and cold. She hurriedly turned around, only to find that she had retreated into the shadow of a tall tower. The one she just hit was the tower's shadow.
The dark and cold stone bricks on the wall were stacked together, giving off a cold sheen under the light of the lantern.
"Is there no way out?"
The enemy also stopped. The face that was exactly the same as her mother's had a contemptuous and cold gaze. In Olvera's memory, her mother had never shown such a cold expression, so she was indeed a fake.
Just a phantom.
But why, even when facing a phantom, am I still so scared?
"Hoo, ho!"
The girl was breathing rapidly, the air in her lungs was almost drained, and she was out of breath.
"Unworthy, filthy, numb, guilt, self-blame, impurity, cruelty, pain, anger... everything will accumulate and become a mask of disguise. Sometimes if you pretend for too long, even you will forget it. But does the forgotten thing not exist?
?Of course not, the wound is always there and never disappears, but sometimes the pain is deliberately ignored and turns into a premonition of self-deception."
"Let me tell you, all painful memories must have their roots."
Her voice was cold and sharp, as if scissors could easily tear through fragile paper and expose those who pretended to be strong: "The queen of Bemang did die on the bed, but everyone knows that she did not die of illness.
But he died of a sad fate. And you, Your Highness Ovela, brought that fate, causing her to struggle with injuries, and finally killed her mother with your own hands."
"In other words, you are the source of all the pain she has experienced."