PFC Chapter 558: Leaving the near for the distant
Chapter 558: Leaving the near for the distant
Lilith's fingertips were still trembling uncontrollably. Giselle's palms were not warm, only slightly warm where they touched her. It was unable to dispel the coldness and bloodiness lingering deep in her consciousness.
The smell of rust in Aryan's memory seemed to have caught up with Gloria through the sea of consciousness. She could feel the smell at the tip of her nose with every breath.
"My Lord?" Aryan took a deep breath and calmed down. Seeing Lilith's expression, he looked worried.
"Don't call me that!"
Lilith closed her eyes. Countless images raced through her mind, including her biological mother Violet's withered despair, Fustwin's determination to feed her with her heart, Zephirion's futile attempts to save her, and James Friel's twisted madness. Finally, they froze on Leila's empty, unfocused pupils.
"Don't call me that..." She covered her face.
Aryan looked at Giselle nervously. Were they going too far? This might be too cruel for a teenage girl.
"The ritual of remaking is one of the most complex magics in the world."
She felt a warmth on her shoulder. It was Giselle who had considerately put a thin blanket on Lilith. Her tone was so gentle that Catherine would be shocked if she saw it.
"No one knows whether the remodeling ritual can truly succeed. I've lived for nearly a thousand years, and I've never encountered such a person. Perhaps there are, but they are just like you today. Their flesh, blood, bones, and even their thoughts are all brand new, with no memory of their previous life."
Giselle lowered her eyelids, so she found Lilith's weak attempt to scare them with a greeting that had not been seen for thousands of years really funny and cute.
"In Mulet, I've seen witch doctors use intense emotional stimulation to treat humans with amnesia."
The female elf's voice was clear and steady, as if she was telling a bedtime story to the girl. She gently moved Lilith's hand away from her face.
"Forgive our rude probing, but do you recall anything?"
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"……No."
Lilith murmured, her voice as hoarse as sandpaper: "Nothing."
She even began to imagine that perhaps these elves and Zephyrion had made a mistake from the beginning. Could a person who was born by overdrawing her mother's life really be the elven goddess who had the power of life?
"...If this only causes you more pain, we won't try again."
Seeing Lilith's grim expression, Giselle immediately decided to abandon this method. She glanced at Aryan, who was still kneeling there. The handsome elf's jawline was tense, ashamed of not having completed his mission. He lowered his head even more after hearing the conversation between the two.
"I'm incompetent, I—"
"It's not your fault. I should say thank you." Lilith's voice was very soft. "Thank you for showing me everything."
Aryan didn't dare look up. "That's not all, but Lord Zephirion... you know, he ignores everyone except you. I'm powerless to stop him."
"That's enough. I saw everything I wanted to see. I saw how a coward killed my mother with his own hands, and I also saw..."
We also saw how she relied on Fustwin's heart to survive.
Fustwin... Fustwin... Just by silently saying this name, Lilith felt like her heart was about to explode.
She used to be so proud of her powerful magical talent, repeatedly exclaiming that she was truly a genius, and was even more accustomed to the amazement of her teachers and classmates at her self-healing ability. Turns out...
It turns out that her unique physical condition was not innate, but was given to her by someone who sacrificed their life. How could she have such merit? Before tonight, she knew nothing about Fustwen.
"she……"
"Lord Fustwin is your dear friend." Aryan seemed to always be able to guess what Lilith was thinking from her expression, and explained before she could even ask:
"I heard that she was the first friend you made after your arrival, long before all the other heroes, even before us and Lady Zora. My Lord, please don't shed tears..."
Lilith then touched her face and found it was ice cold.
"I'm sorry," she stammered, unsure why she was apologizing, but her normally sharp mind was completely shut down. "I'm so sorry."
Who was she apologizing to? Her biological mother, Violet? Fustwin? Zephirion? Or perhaps the innocent Leila...
The knights who had followed Count Melissa Taylor to Goletia were still patrolling the manor. Unfamiliar with this magical city, they dared not relax. One of the patrolling knights looked up.
"What is that?" He nudged his teammate with his elbow and pointed to a window on the second floor of the manor, where a luminous green light was emanating, which he happened to capture keenly.
The teammates looked up and only witnessed the moment the light disappeared.
"It's the eldest lady's room." The knight scratched his head. "They are magicians after all. You know, they all have their own lighting effects and always like to create colorful things. You'll get used to it."
The young knight who was traveling with them nodded as if he understood. The daily life of a magician was a completely different world to them. Seeing that his companion didn't take it seriously, he followed and continued walking forward.
"--Why did you knock her out again?!" Aryan caught Lilith who was falling forward and growled in frustration.
"Are you blind? She has been too deeply affected by your memories and has broken down emotionally. This is the only way to calm her down." Giselle began to walk around the room, lighting all the candles and dripping plant essential oils into them.
"It's all your bad idea!" Aryan glared at Giselle with gritted teeth, but didn't dare to speak loudly. He picked up Lilith horizontally and put her back on the bed.
"Human women are so fragile. If she goes crazy like Viscount Friar, we'll both find a tree and hang ourselves!"
"Human women are not fragile, and she is not a fragile girl. She just needs time to accept and digest it."
Giselle was only focused on spreading the soothing essential oil. When she returned to the bed, Aryan was squatting there, quietly looking at the girl on the bed.
"It's like a dream..." Aryan seemed to be affected by the calming oil as well, his voice sounding drunk. "Can you believe it, Giselle? We found her. What can those idiots in the Elf Forest say this time?"
Giselle's expression was not as relaxed as her companions. She looked at Lilith for a long time:
"You feel--"
Aryan turned his head.
"Is the Elf Forest still a safe place?"
"Why did Lady Fustwin go so far afield to come to human territory to reshape the Mother Goddess, and even hide her in a remote village?"
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"Lord Seran! Lord Seran is back!"
With a clear whistle, the young elves saw a group of griffins descending from the sky, and they cheered and rushed forward, surrounding the female elf and a group of priests.