Chapter 42: Relics
Black mist surged, solidifying as if tangible.
The twelve massive black wings slowly vanished, coalescing into a human form.
Selena’s figure emerged from within.
Her fair face was as pale as snow, and her once lively eyes were now dim and lifeless.
However, she still took a step forward and arrived beside the girl.
She gently embraced Eileen, consoling her softly, “Eileen, Lord Luo Xiu would not want to see you like this.”
The girl did not look up, burying her face in Selena’s embrace.
The divine aura had not made the girl stronger; instead, it made her appear more solitary and fragile.
The man had left.
They felt like abandoned children once again.
But unlike their past days of hiding and struggling, they were now the rulers of this world.
And the man with the ever-gentle smile had dispersed with the wind.
At this moment, only a tight embrace could offer the girl a sliver of solace.
Eileen’s pain was eased, but who would embrace Selena?
She could only purse her lips, her eyes already flushed.
After a moment, the girl in her embrace finally stirred.
She returned the embrace,主动 rubbing her cheek against Selena’s.
“Thank you, Selena, you’re right, I shouldn’t be like this.”
She offered a slightly forced smile.
“Let’s go.”
Go where?
Selena, sharing her thoughts, knew Eileen intended to pack up the man’s relics.
Both of them tacitly avoided stating this aloud.
They simply walked towards the study together in silence.
The study could be considered the place where the three of them had spent the most time together.
Initially, it was only Selena who would pester Luo Xiu every day, keeping him company while he read, wrote, or chatted.
Every moment spent with Lord Luo Xiu made Selena feel relaxed and at ease.
Later, it gradually evolved into the three of them being together.
This was because Eileen, at the time, felt that leaving them alone would inevitably lead to some unpleasant things happening.
Looking back now, she only felt regret.
Regret for not being bolder back then.
Even if it meant not interfering with Selena’s advances…
With these unpleasant emotions, the girl gently pushed open the door.
The room door creaked open, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Dust particles danced in the sunlight, and the air was filled with a remarkably pleasant scent.
It was hard to pinpoint why it was pleasant, but to the two girls now, it felt natural and familiar.
Perhaps it was the slightly musty smell emanating from the sheer volume of books stacked on the shelves.
Or perhaps it was simply because anything related to the man made them want to draw closer.
Eileen extended her hand, intertwining it with Selena’s.
This was a subtle, ordinary gesture, yet it brought a sting to her nose and instantly reddened her eyes.
She suddenly remembered how many times the man had tried to hold her hand like this.
And except for a rare one or two occasions, she had rejected him every time.
Either she would walk away with a cold face and no a word, or she would push his hand away with disdain.
Thinking back, the moisture in her eyes only increased.
Things change, people change.
Even if Eileen wanted to hold his hand now, there was no one left to give her that chance.
This casual pain, like a small cut, might not be overwhelming, but it perpetually pricked at her, almost suffocating her.
A gentle touch on her palm.
Eileen looked up, meeting Selena’s encouraging gaze.
They both knew well that given the man’s nature, he would never want them to be engulfed in sorrow.
Just as he had told them many times before.
His dream was simple.
He simply wanted them to be happy forever.
An endless stream of black mist emanated from Selena’s body.
It seemed to sense her emotions, its every movement appearing slow.
Its actions were exceptionally gentle, softly enveloping everything in the study.
Then, the black mist began to consume.
First, the tall bookshelves and the books arranged upon them.
Selena controlled the black mist with extreme care, ensuring not a single item was misplaced.
Soon, the black mist reached the tables and chairs.
Draped over a chair was a very familiar, thin cloak.
Selena remembered clearly that on the first night she met Lord Luo Xiu two years ago, she had mistaken his intentions.
She had come to the study late at night wearing a maid outfit, causing a rather awkward misunderstanding.
Lord Luo Xiu had not blamed her, nor had he said anything specific.
His first reaction was merely to pick up the cloak and stand to drape it over her.
That night was also the first time the girl had experienced what warmth felt like.
Now, this thin cloak remained, but the warmth of Lord Luo Xiu was no longer upon it.
The black mist swept the clothing towards the girl.
Selena reached out and grasped it but found it cold to the touch.
Just like her heart right now.
The black mist continued its absorption, but it halted before the final desk.
On it lay a book with a black cover.
Calling it a book now felt more appropriate to call it a notebook.
Eileen remained silent, her black dress rustling slightly as she picked up the notebook herself.
Selena quickly collected her thoughts and followed.
She looked a bit puzzled.
“What’s wrong?”
Eileen gazed quietly at the notebook in her hands, her eyelids cast down.
It felt heavy in her hands.
She didn’t rush to explain, but instead, opened the first page.
Familiar handwriting met the eyes of both girls.
“So, becoming a god doesn’t require earth-shattering sacrifices or complex rituals.”
Reading this, Eileen softly said, “This is what I saw before that made me act so strange…”
Selena’s expression faltered upon hearing this.
“So that’s how it was…”
What followed was a deathly silence.
After a moment, Selena spoke first, asking, “What about the rest?”
Eileen shook her head. “I don’t know.”
She spoke truthfully; she had only a glimpsed this one sentence before, and was debating whether to flip further when the man returned.
Now, holding the book again, her palms trembled slightly.
Eileen hesitated for a moment before reaching out and turning to the second page.
The first page was actually a title page.
From this second page onwards, it should be the notebook’s actual content.
The handwriting was a bit messy, mostly written casually.
They both knew the man had a habit of thinking as he wrote and drew.
[Tsk, these two little ones are astonishingly exquisite in appearance.]
[Seriously, what’s the difference compared to anime characters in the two-dimensional world?]
The entire page contained only these two crooked sentences.
The handwriting was beautiful, both free and powerful.
It was just that he had written so casually, making it appear crooked.
(End of Chapter)
