Chapter 104 Is it starlight falling from the sky, or is it your memory?
As her voice fell, Olvera's heartbeat suddenly stopped, and only various noises were continuously amplified: the sound of heavy and difficult breathing, the ticking of falling sand, the crackling of burning branches... all seemed to be there.
A huge glass house echoed with noise and bustle.
She could even hear the waves surging in her hollow chest, making a low sound, swallowing the few memories she had, leaving her mind blank. The water was cold, and when she stretched out her hand to touch it, it would
Frostbite on the delicate fingertips, and ice on every fragile blood vessel.
"I don't know...what are you talking about..."
She clenched the edge of the sacred book with trembling hands, clawing out dense folds from the pages, and with a trembling voice, she said to the woman who was looking at her with contempt and cold eyes: "You are like this,
Using a mother’s face, but always saying some inexplicable words... This is blasphemy, I can’t forgive it. So, I want you to..."
She swallowed hard. Although the content was an ultimatum, her tone was not confident at all. Instead, it gave people a feeling of panic and humility: "Pay...the price..."
When she said the word "price", her voice was inaudible, and it fell into the darkness and could not arouse any echo. But the woman with a mother's face heard it, and the sneer at the corner of her mouth became even more sarcastic: "
That’s great, you can give it a try. I think if you really do it, the deceased queen will also be happy for you. The only problem is..."
Can you do it?
Phew——!
The whistling wind blade suddenly passed by her cheek, cutting off a strand of hair and dissipating into dark mist.
"That's it." The woman stretched out her hand and gently twisted the severed hair: "Can I understand that this is a warning? If I don't keep silent, you will take action? In this case, why not
Should we take action from the beginning? After all, we are already standing on the enemy's side, so hesitation is unnecessary, or... you can't do it?"
She stared at the princess of Beimang with a look that was not malicious but extremely cold. The latter's face was blank and confused: she obviously launched the attack based on the enemy's head, but why, at the most critical moment,
But the magic released deviated from the direction, causing it to cross the opponent's cheek with a slight difference?
Could it be that just because the other person has the same face as his mother, that’s why he can’t do it?
But she clearly knows in her heart that she is not the real mother.
The real mother had already died of injuries and fell on the soft hospital bed. Her death was even earlier than when she entered this castle; it was her death that made the already tired father even more exhausted mentally and physically, and short-term.
After just one night, it feels like I have aged twenty years and am no longer able to bear those overly heavy responsibilities and feelings.
And the woman in front of me is just a fake...
"Of course you can't."
The woman stared at Olvera, her indifferent eyes were like those standing in the sky looking down at the dust on the ground: "Because you killed your mother, causing her to die prematurely of a sad fate in what should have been a beautiful life.
There is still guilt and self-blame in your heart, and it is gradually brewing into regret. Even though you know that the enemy standing in front of you is just a fake, you still cannot make up your mind to draw a clear line between the past memories."
"I didn't!"
Olvera couldn't help but retort, and after meeting the other person's eyes, she subconsciously shrank her neck, her eyes wandered away, and she whispered: "I didn't kill my mother, she was obviously..."
"Obviously he died of illness?"
The woman twitched the corners of her mouth disdainfully: "But have you never thought about where her disease came from? Have you ever thought about why her disease cannot be cured? And have you ever heard anyone say that she suffers from it?
What kind of disease is it that requires you to stay in your room every day, trapped in the bed, feeling hazy and rarely awake...Have you never thought about all these problems?"
Olivia was stunned.
"Let me tell you, it's not a disease, it's a curse."
She took a step forward and broke into the firelight illuminated by the lantern, with a cold and contemptuous expression on her face. Since her appearance, this woman has not concealed her malice towards Olvera. Perhaps, that is her instinct:
"She gave birth to you, so she was eroded by the power of darkness and was infected with the same curse. But she is different from you. You are the one who created us and said that you cannot be harmed, so the curse will still plague your life.
, and will never hurt you in the slightest. Your poor mother became the only victim instead of you. She was tortured by the curse and could only stay on the bed, letting her body gradually become cold and fall.
Toward the abyss of death and terror visible to the naked eye..."
"And this is the fate that should be borne by you!"
She suddenly raised her tone, causing Oveira's body to tremble and her eyes to shrink: "No, I don't know... I have never known such a thing..."
"Yeah, you don't know. When your mother was entangled in pain, you were still growing up freely in the sun, lamenting that your childhood was so lonely, with no playmates, no family affection, and no one willing to listen to your heart...
You only lament your own misfortune, but never consider her feelings, because you are a selfish child, Olvera."
"I'm not..."
"You are still defending yourself now. You are really selfish. The pain you have not endured has nothing to do with you. Do you want to say that, Olvera?"
Her footsteps stepped on the cold ground, making a hollow echo, and the shadow gradually approached the girl, like a monster walking out of past memories.
"But you do know, you even know it very clearly. You knew from the beginning that you were the sinner who killed your mother. Therefore, from the day she passed away, you have always been tortured by uneasiness, guilt and self-blame, every day.
At night you will see your mother's face, hear her voice, and be tortured almost crazy by the regret in your heart. You are completely opposite to your mother. She is very strong. She knows that giving birth to this child may cause her to suffer tremendous pain, but she still
You are willing to take responsibility for a life; and you are very fragile, so naturally you cannot bear that kind of pain. Your first choice when encountering difficulties is often to escape, and the second is to forget."
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"So, you forgot."
The woman stopped. At this time, she was only one step away from Olvera. She gently stretched out her hand, pinched the girl's cheek, turned her away from her shrinking eyes, and forced her to look at her, her face expressionless.
He said with an expression: "You selectively forgot the real cause of your mother's death and blamed it on a simple disease, as if you could stay out of it and be indifferent to yourself; but those forgotten memories did not disappear, but changed to a different place.
existence, and gradually fermented, brewed, and condensed, and finally gave birth to...me."
"I am a phantom, a trace of the past, and a memory that remains in my heart, reminding me of things that you have forgotten. Your guilty words, tears of self-blame, and regretful mood that day have shaped me into who I am now. Take good care of me.
Look at my face, Olvera."
She stared deeply into the swirling eyes of the girl Nebula, and from those clear colors, a cold, indifferent, majestic and mean face was reflected: "Why is the mother shaped by your memory like this?
Is it an expression like this? Because you have always been afraid subconsciously, afraid that your mother will use such a stern expression and such a cold tone to accuse you of being a disobedient child who never knows how to care about your mother; accusing you of being a disaster
It will only leave painful memories for your mother; accusing you of being a coward who is used to escaping. Because you cannot face the past with strength, you forget those obviously important things... Awkwardness, pain, regret, escape,
You are the one who lives in these emotions, Olivia, like a child who will never grow up."
"The meaning of my existence here is to let you understand that you are a sinner who has committed evil crimes, and you are an existence that is not allowed to move forward. Do you think the only thing that traps you in this cage is a curse? Do you think
Are those who voluntarily walk here great and sacrificial? That is just atonement. Before you atone for your sins, you can never move forward, you can never cross this place, and you can never covet those things that are out of reach. Because
You are guilty and a sinner."
"Atonement?" Oveira murmured.
"That's right, atonement, that's the only meaning of your life." The woman with a mother's face let go of her hand, and Olvera lost her support, her body pressed against the cold wall, and she sat weakly on the ground.
She saw the woman's shadow raising her hand, pointing to the swaying starry night, and said coldly: "Every star in the sky is your sin. Let the stars swallow up the pain in the world, which is the atonement for your sin." Are the stars in the sky your own sin?
Olivia raised her head blankly and stared blankly at the night sky. The stars were twinkling and the gems were shining, which was exceptionally bright.
The tower behind him suddenly began to tremble. To be precise, every tower was trembling. Then, the gems on the top of the tower also swayed, and the gathered starlight overflowed like the tide of the ocean, creating turbulent ripples. Those
The stars are getting bigger and brighter in the girl's eyes. When they fall into the world together, the starburst set off will probably annihilate all the darkness in an instant, right? Only such sacred and blazing light can wash it away.
The evil in sinners.
The woman's deep and solemn voice penetrated the noisy eardrums, as cold as ice water: "This is the sacred power bestowed upon us by our Lord, which embodies the essence of the world of night -"
"Phantom stars and moon, please give the criminals the justice they deserve under this complicated starlight!"
[Phantom Star and Moon-Infinite Sin: The sacred power endowed by the creator, with this starlight, brings the enemy the annihilation of all pain, the most distant pursuit, and the atonement for the sins of the world.]
Although Alice and Ringer in her mind kept reminding her to cheer up and not be defeated by the enemy's words, Olvera couldn't hear them. She weakly pressed against the outer wall of the tower and stared blankly.
The sea of stars falling from the sky seems to be looking for direction for their tidal surges and ebbs and flows. My mother's face can't help but appear in my mind. It is clear but very similar. At least, although I remember what she looks like, I have forgotten it.
What was her expression at that time?
Perhaps, as she said, she was disappointed that she gave birth to such an ignorant child?
I have obviously paid so much and shouldered so much for her, but I have not received the rewards I deserve.
The right thing for a child who has made a mistake is to correct it in time. Therefore, she will also correct it, at least until her mother forgives her. She should not have unrealistic expectations. It is a sin to let the stars swallow up the pain of the world.
redemption.
The ocean of stars is getting closer and closer, so close that you can reach out and touch the hazy starlight, and feel that they have a temperature as hot as tears. The tide surges sadly, swallowing up many faces that once appeared in life. Those who make me feel guilty
The ones that made her blame herself, the ones that made her regret... they were all forcing her to breathless.
I squinted my eyes tiredly, but someone's words rang in my ears, and then I saw a familiar scene.
There was a bit of confusion in the princess's eyes.
She suddenly felt that the star in front of her was the same star she had seen a long time ago in the same place.
And, it was seen by the same person.
After those mottled years passed by like a tide, her face emerged from the sea of memory and touched whose tears.