flstandardbreds Chapter 176 The City Where People Live: Emma Deslinger 1
Chapter 176 The City Where People Live: Emma Deslinger 1
(Adapted from Volume 9 of The Journey of the Demons, "The Lonely Blooming Spider Lily," a masterpiece within the series. I highly recommend reading this original story before reading any fan fiction adaptations. Even if you haven't read the earlier volumes of The Journey of the Demons, reading this story alone will not hinder your understanding.)
They're all gone—they're all gone—good that they're all gone!! They're all far away from such immature kids.
They don't want to see you either.
Monica was like that. She promised to be friends, but in the end, she kept everything from everyone, and even made them the executioner who pushed such a gentle person like her into the abyss.
We're clearly friends; friends can talk to each other about anything. And he's treating her so sincerely.
And Elena was the same way... She... she didn't know... she...
Couldn't she just berate herself for being so stupid, always wanting to be a toad trying to eat swan meat? She has such a sharp tongue; a little insult would have made the other person feel better! Why did she have to apologize?
It's clearly my immaturity that's causing you all trouble.
Saya hid in a corner where no one knew her, sobbing. If things had gone according to plan, she should have gone back to visit Mina; Mina should have been looking for her too.
But I... really can't face my sister in this state.
She'll worry about herself.
If Namina knew how wicked her heart truly was, she would surely be utterly disappointed: to pick up and put down gently, to pass through a flowerbed without a single petal clinging to her—she simply couldn't do that. She was just that selfish, utterly empathetic, and a fool who always seemed a step behind!
I am so useless. If she is disappointed in me again, she will really have nothing left.
People... at least in front of her, have to appear strong, even if it's just a facade of strength.
Did she not understand what Ms. Sheila was saying? — She understood it perfectly — but she didn’t want to understand. Why couldn’t she just be an optimistic idiot who didn’t understand anything and could laugh out loud every day?
Wouldn't it be better to be an idiot, a fool, or a complete idiot who knows nothing?
Saya was squatting alone in the corner of an abandoned room.
No one bothered him, and no one saw him looking so embarrassed.
"Creak—" The abandoned wooden door was suddenly opened, and a beam of light suddenly shone into the dark room.
Eventually, someone discovered her and came in.
Even though Saya had cast a concealment spell on herself beforehand, there are countless ways to break such spells. When it comes to hiding, she's not an expert.
With a little effort, even if you're not a witch, you can still find yourself in time.
“I already said I want to be alone for a while!” Saya said.
No one wants to see anyone right now.
At times like these, don't be so clueless as to seek yourself out.
I just need to cry for a little while and I'll be fine...
That's good...
Why is it so hard to even meet this small requirement?
But Saya froze when she saw who it was. The person opened the door and then gently closed it—gazing at her calmly.
Even in complete darkness, Saya could feel that gaze. That emotionless gaze… a coldness that came from the depths of her soul.
"What are you doing here?! Are you here to show off? Yes, you won—they never won from the start!" Saya roared.
The arrival of the person was unexpected for Saya.
Whether it was Elena or Sheila who came, Saya had a certain mental plan, but the person who came was the one she least wanted to meet.
Damn it... Qin...
Why did he find me? Was Elena nearby? Did he come specifically to mock me?
That's true, it's only human nature.
To boast triumphantly to one's opponent about one's achievements, making the opponent realize how absurd, foolish, and overconfident one has been all these years.
Losers should have the awareness of losers.
For a few moments—Saya even considered raising her wand to attack. She couldn't accept it… she couldn't accept this fact.
But she still threw the wand at her feet, and even kicked it aside.
If we really have to take action... I'll lose completely, I'll lose myself, I'll truly lose everything.
“Irena didn’t know I was coming to see you,” Jean said calmly. He was always like this, just like the last time they met—always indifferent.
It is precisely these kinds of people who are most hateful.
"Then what are you doing here?" Saya asked angrily.
“You are Elena’s friend, and whatever your motives, I don’t want her to be sad. So, I will help you fulfill a wish,” Jean said.
"Then you should give Elena to them."
“This is the only thing that won’t work…” Qin said.
"Then what wish can you help them fulfill? Your disappearance from their sight is their biggest wish."
“Despair never arises suddenly at a certain moment,” Qin said to herself. “I will take you to see the person you most want to see right now.”
As he spoke, he took out a sapphire, whose brilliance could be seen even in the dim room—the Eye of Achilles.
That magical artifact that was stolen from the Land of Deception.
At the full moon, it would utter inexplicable murmurs—which convinced Jean that it was a product of the devil. But even he couldn't understand what those murmurs meant.
But after so many days of research, he was already able to use this magical tool to do some things.
"What do you want to do?" Saya instinctively stepped back when she saw the Eye of Achilles.
What is this ominous object? A single sapphire wouldn't have given my sixth sense any surprise.
Jean didn't explain anything, but reached out and activated the Eye of Achilles. Soon, a bright blue light radiated outwards from it, engulfing Saya and Jean.
Simulated dream.
One of the demons' specialties is to borrow their magical abilities slightly. This creation related to demons allows one to temporarily use demonic dream illusions.
Although it's fake.
People cannot go back to the past, but at least they can pretend to go back to make up for regrets.
Even if it's fake, if the person involved doesn't know it's fake, then it's real. Or even if they know it's fake, what's often needed is some kind of relief.
Those who are away from home and do not have time to see their elderly mothers one last time can pretend to go back to the past to see her in their dreams.
Couples who had to break up due to various unexpected events used dreams to pretend to go back to the past and wonder if the outcome would have been different if they had persisted a little longer.
True and false.
Who defines truth? Who defines falsehood?
Who can definitively say that reality is real and dreams are false?
How can the proposition that reality is false and dreams are real be disproven...?
After a flash of blue light, Saya opened her eyes again. She had arrived at a kingdom she could never let go of, a kingdom that had been overthrown by a magician uprising not long ago and no longer existed.
But now it is indeed right in front of me.
The city where people live, Amadeuslin.