PFC Chapter 526 You Will Understand When You Have a Child
Chapter 526 You Will Understand When You Have a Child
A few hours ago.
The tree shone even more brilliantly in the daytime than at night. Light streamed down from the sky above into the secret place, and the reflections from each leaf spoke of its extraordinary power. Kanion lay beneath the tree, its roots rapidly growing within him. Now, even the fine golden veins could be seen on his chest—he was slowly being assimilated by this miraculous tree, becoming a part of it.
"This is the best solution I can come up with right now." Phoebe and Cynthia stood one after the other, watching their friend squatting under the tree and gently stroking the face with its eyes closed.
"Thank you for your hard work, Phoebe. I know you tried your best. Thank you." Cynthia didn't look back, but her trembling fingertips revealed her emotions. She mechanically wiped the dust off Canyon's face with her fingertips again and again, even though it was meaningless.
There was a trace of pity in Phoebe's eyes. Although she knew that Cynthia would not miss the final farewell with her child, but at this moment, she felt that perhaps a mother should not be allowed to face this scene.
"Cynthia..." Phoebe chose her words carefully, "At least he's not in pain anymore. Simon said that if you want, we can let him stay here. Returning to the sacred tree is the glory of the elves, and the Elf Forest should have no objection. This way, you can..."
She wanted to say, "You can come to pay your respects later," but in the end she couldn't bear to say those cruel words.
Cynthia didn't know if she understood what Phoebe meant. She didn't say anything, but knelt in the soft soil, leaned lower, and leaned close to Canion's ear.
"Canyon."
The witch gently called out to her child, the life she had conceived and nurtured, the child she had nourished with her milk. She remembered the child's clumsiness when he first rolled over, the babyish voice when he first called "Mom," the way he looked when he first took his first steps... and then the child ran faster and faster, further and further away from her...
Cynthia never shed a tear, but Catherine behind her was already in tears.
Hearing the sobbing, Cynthia turned around and smiled at her daughter: "Don't you have to go to school today, dear?"
"Mom, I'm sorry..." Catherine choked. She would rather her mother scolded her than see such peace.
"Okay, dear." Cynthia stood up, brushed the dust off her knees, walked over, hugged her daughter and patted her to comfort her.
"It's not your fault." Before Catherine could speak, Cynthia gently comforted her, "If someone must be held responsible for this, it's your father and I. We failed to fulfill our parental responsibilities."
The first morning bell rang at this moment.
"Go to class. I'm here." Cynthia, still concerned about her daughter's studies, gently but firmly urged her to leave. Catherine looked at her mother in confusion, but eventually she obeyed and walked out of the secret place.
When the door closed and only two witches were left in the empty space, Cynthia turned her head and met Phoebe's eyes. Her old friend was puzzled by her carefree attitude, but she did not ask in front of the child.
"Phoebe, I need your help."
"Of course." Phoebe nodded quickly. "If you need any help, you can tell me."
"I brought this from Ozler." A thin conical potion bottle appeared in Cynthia's palm. It was placed horizontally in Cynthia's palm, and the liquid inside was shining like a sapphire even in the daytime.
"Cynthia..." Phoebe sighed helplessly. She never questioned her professional judgment.
"I've learned a lot in Ozler over the years," Cynthia continued, not waiting for Phoebe to speak. "It's not just the forest that possesses powerful vitality and can nurture life; it's also the ocean. I heard that the god of the ocean, like the Mother Goddess of the Elves, wields the power of life. There are many legends about them on the East Coast."
Cynthia raised her hand again. "This is a secret medicine made by mermaids, containing the life essence of whales. It has been treasured by an ancient Ozler family for nearly a thousand years and was given as a gift at William and I's wedding."
Phoebe sighed. She didn't want to discourage Cynthia, so she took the small potion bottle from her hand and held it up to the sunlight for careful observation. "Do you know how to use it? Gloria does know, but she doesn't recognize people anymore and has even forgotten the common language. Perhaps Simon—"
"Don't ask Simon," Cynthia interrupted her quickly.
Phoebe turned her head in surprise.
"Don't ask Simon," Cynthia said again.
"...Cynthia, what do you want to do?" Phoebe suddenly felt uneasy. This best friend who grew up with her has always been the most eccentric one.
"I know this potion is not enough to save Canion, but I can, Phoebe." Cynthia looked at this fellow witch who grew up with her and came to the Gaia Empire with her.
Phoebe was stunned by her words. She clenched the small blue potion in her hand and looked at Cynthia in surprise and suspicion.
"Do you still remember the Bloodline Symbiosis Agreement?"
"Are you crazy?!"
Phoebe nearly jumped, and Cynthia quickly returned the potion to her palm.
"—How did we laugh at those people before?! 'Only fools blinded by love would make such a contract!' You were the one who told me that!"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Cynthia’s face: “Yes, I said…”
"So what are you doing now?!"
"The Bloodline Symbiosis Covenant is not exclusive to lovers. It only requires both parties to be willing when they swear. Phoebe, I need your help. I want to share my life with this child. This is the best potion I can find. You just need to help me restore Canion's sanity temporarily, at least until he can complete the ceremony with me." Cynthia spoke earnestly.
Phoebe was stunned, and suddenly understood where Cynthia's previous calmness came from: "You have thought about it a long time ago, right?"
Cynthia nodded: “The journey is long.”
Long enough for her to think it over and finally make up her mind.
Phoebe glared at her, unable to suppress her anger any longer. "There are things I've wanted to say for a long time! Cynthia, you've changed! Do you still remember what you used to be like? Ever since you married that human and left the academy, you've become nothing like yourself. You're a witch!"
A witch born free is now suffocated by the ties of family. Ozler's mess wasn't enough; now he's risking his life!
Cynthia's face darkened, but she still tried to straighten her back. "Phoebe, maybe when you have a child you'll understand—"
"We won't go down the same path!" Phoebe's eyes were filled with anger. Seeing the people around her being burdened by emotions, she had already made up her mind not to live that kind of life.
"You are Ozler's military commander. I thought you had long since learned how to face separation. The Bloodline Covenant is not foolproof. Kanien is now lifeless. If your life force is not enough to compensate for his loss, your daughter will face the loss of her loved one within a day. If something happens to you, what will happen to Ozler? What will become of Catherine in the future?"
Cynthia's shoulders finally slumped. Days of running around had already drained her energy, and she had only just been holding on in front of her daughter. Phoebe's words hit her heart like a hammer, and when she looked up again, tears finally welled up in the eyes of this strong witch.
"I can't give up on him. I failed in my responsibility to teach him, allowing him to be blinded by false praise. He also sought my attention, but you know what happened over the years... I owe him."
"You've already given him a life, what's the debt?"
"A mother is always indebted to her children. If there is even a slight chance, I will give it a try."
"..."
"Help me once more, my dear Phoebe."