0p0 Chapter 75 Time (3)
Chapter 75 Time (3)
"I said."
"Useless kindness will eventually kill you."
Kujavina rose in disappointment, not glancing at the dueling arena again, then tossed her cloak aside, leaving only a cold silhouette.
The accompanying Fool soldiers helped the girl, who was slumped on the ground with a blank stare, and quickly followed Kujavina's steps.
As the sun sets, its blood-red afterglow shines through the half-open stained glass windows, leaving a dark red stain on the ground.
……
"Brother Mufeng, say something!"
Clementine gently tugged at Mu Feng, who had been silent all day, her eyes filled with deep worry.
Mu Feng's slightly chapped lips twitched, but he ultimately said nothing, only reaching out to ruffle Clementine's pink hair.
Peruvieri leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, her seemingly casual gaze frequently sweeping toward the path in front of the fireplace house.
Since the afternoon, the three little ones had stopped all their tasks and training and stood silently at the door of the fireplace house, waiting.
See you tonight.
Before leaving, Elodie waved casually and then boarded the carriage heading to the dueling arena.
"Brother Mufeng, will Elodie be alright?"
Countless times, Clementine had asked the same question repeatedly. Although she still wore a forced smile, she couldn't hide the worry in her heart.
"It'll be fine."
Mu Feng suppressed his restless heart, but his eyes were fixed on the end of the dirt road.
At the start of the first duel, he and Peruvieri arranged training for Elodie, who was not good at fighting.
Unless she encounters a boss-level monster, Elodie's current swordsmanship should not make it difficult to handle a duel.
But Elodie is too kind.
Her kindness was so out of place in the atmosphere of the fireplace-filled house.
An inexplicable panic overwhelmed Mu Feng's thoughts, making him feel as if he had returned to ten years ago, standing in the raging snowstorm on the border in late winter, waiting for that sergeant to return to his unit.
"please……"
Mu Feng murmured softly, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, praying sincerely to the gods for the first time.
"coming."
Peruvelli's bright red cross-shaped pupils flashed. In the distance, a small black dot appeared at the end of the path, slowly enlarging as it approached.
Clementine quickly jumped off the wall and ran eagerly toward the direction from which the carriage had come.
"Elodie!"
no respond.
The carriage continued moving forward in silence until it came to a stop in front of the fireplace house.
A wave of extreme unease washed over him. Mu Feng forced himself to stay upright and looked up toward the direction of the carriage.
Kujavina stepped off the carriage first, her face expressionless, while behind her was a girl they didn't recognize.
It's not Elodie.
A bone-chilling cold seeped into Mu Feng's limbs and bones, and a violent dizziness made him almost lose his balance.
It's not Elodie.
"Mother, Elodie... what happened to her?"
From a distant place, Clementine's tearful questioning voice came, as if from an entire world away.
It's not Elodie.
"Step back, Clementine!"
"Losers have no right to live."
Kujavina's cold and ruthless words were like a sharp blade, cruelly tearing away their last remaining glimmer of hope.
He heard Clementine crying her heart out.
He saw Peruvier draw her dagger and stare coldly at the girl behind the carriage.
No.
He heard himself screaming hysterically from an unknown distance.
The world before him was stained crimson, and a tear of blood slid down Mu Feng's cheek, mixing with the bright red blood that had seeped into his palm and dripped down.
The wind around him became violent, and the outward-leaking gale whipped up blood droplets, turning the originally gentle wind into a frenzied and malevolent force.
Mu Feng's figure transformed into a fierce hurricane, rushing towards the outskirts of Fengdan City at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
Peruvieri's murderous cross-shaped eyes coldly glanced at the girl hiding behind the Fools' soldiers, then she grabbed the exhausted Clementine and chased after Mu Feng's figure.
……
fast.
The light from the Wind Elemental Eye at his waist had reached its peak, and the oncoming wind, at high speed, transformed into sharp blades of air, leaving streaks of blood on Mu Feng's face.
Faster.
please.
He seemed oblivious to the pain, channeling his elemental power with all his might, as if trying to leave everything behind, as if racing against his predetermined fate.
The towering shadow of the dueling arena appeared at the edge of the field of vision, like the Grim Reaper draped in a black cloak under the cover of night.
"Squeak."
Mu Feng stumbled and fell onto the rugged dirt road. Ignoring his exhausted elemental power, he used his last bit of strength to break open the door.
It was very quiet inside.
Elodie lay quietly in the center of the dueling arena, her pure white dress stained with congealed dark red blood, like an abandoned doll.
No, no...
His vision began to spin again, and Mu Feng staggered, collapsing weakly in front of Elodie's small body.
He saw his fingers trembling as he gently touched Elodie's pale, bloodless face. The coldness from his fingertips was nothing compared to the chill in his heart.
Mu Feng gently pulled the blood-covered Elodie into his arms. The congealed blood stained his body with blood and filth, but Mu Feng didn't notice at all.
Elodie had a shocking, penetrating wound on her chest, with crimson blood clots congealed on the turned-out flesh, mercilessly piercing through the girl's tender chest.
The girl's delicate arms hung down naturally, and she closed her eyes peacefully, like a sleeping little animal.
The depleted wind element reappeared, and the healing wind surged into the girl's body like a floodgate opening, as if it could soothe the wound on her chest.
Please... wake up...
Hot tears fell with the wind. Mu Feng gently stroked Elodie's cold face, hoping that the girl in his arms would open her purple eyes again.
The pain of depleted elemental power continued to radiate, but he refused to stop.
Wake up.
It's cold here, let's go home, okay?
The girl's fresh, bubbly orange scent had been overwhelmed by the heavy smell of blood, but Mu Feng held Elodie's petite body tightly in his arms, trying his best to give her some warmth.
Brother Mufeng.
Thank you, Brother Mufeng.
If Elodie holds a concert, will Mufeng come to listen?
We made a pinky promise.
why?
Didn't you agree?
Then wake up.
Anything is fine, just wake up...
Mu Feng weakly shook the girl in his arms, who seemed to be asleep. His cheek pressed against Elodie's already cold face, and tears rolled down silently.
That girl with a soft smile, who loved bubble orange accessories, that girl who spoke gently to everyone and never wanted to hurt anyone.
I will never call him Brother Mufeng again.