"Sorry. Regarding the design of the Mercenary King... I was indeed negligent. Because I didn't have time, since I was cured, the priests of the Light Church have been following me. I can't tell you. Besides... I have mentioned this to you." I vaguely felt that this matter was related to my injury, but Moya really didn't understand why Sistale was angry.

"Yes, you did mention it. But you didn't say the details."

"Hey... I thought you knew, you could always guess what I thought, so I...

"Do you think? Should I know everything? That's right, based on my understanding of you, I can indeed guess what you think. But... what I feel, have you ever thought about?!"

"Sistar..." Seeing Sistale approaching step by step, Moya suddenly felt an inexplicable depression, a sense of irritability that had never been seen filling all her sensory consciousness. She didn't know how to deal with this situation, so she had to instinctively choose to avoid it; "Now is not the time to talk about these irrelevant trivial matters, I think... I'd better determine the destination first, time is tight for us..."

"I don't want to hear you say this!!" After snatching the map and tearing it to pieces, Sistaer grabbed Moya's hand and wrist, forcing her to an unavoidable dead corner; "Do you know, when I saw you falling from the air, my mind was completely blank. When my hands were stained with blood from your body, I couldn't stop trembling..."

Is this really that calm and rational elf?

Looking at Sistale at the closest place, Moya was unable to connect the angry elf in front of her with the familiar Sistale in her memory.

"Sistar, I'm sorry, I didn't discuss it with you in advance, so...I..."

"Every time you see you get hurt, do you know how I feel? You won't understand... Never... because your mind is always filled with revenge and you can't tolerate anything else. Until now, I can't be sure whether the factors that threaten your life have completely disappeared, because you will always put yourself in danger." Gently stroked the face that became paler due to excessive blood loss, Sistaer knew that he could no longer remain silent. The fear that had been hidden deep in his heart finally broke out due to her reckless behavior.

The longer he spent, the more worries he was.

At first, my impression of this woman was only about being strong.

When he was in the underground cave, he saw the target he was chasing for the first time. He was surprised that the prisoner who could completely paralyze the famous Grig Prison was such a thin woman.

The persistence in his eyes that never surrendered deeply shocked him.

I have never seen such eyes that contain too many negative emotions but still have hope.

Hidden under hatred, reluctance and anger is hope that is unwilling to give up.

It was also attracted by the belief and persistence that he was unwilling to give up easily that after Asriel's death, he invited her to join the family as a pastor.

Originally, they were just allys who used each other, but when he learned about the true emotions hidden in her heart, he changed his mind about this woman whom he had always been a little disgusted with.

Originally renamed Moya, who was cunning and witty, easily captured the design of his enemy using letter paper as a trap.

I originally just wanted to peek at her memory and see what kind of past this woman who always talks about revenge has.

But unexpectedly, those deepest secrets buried in my heart caught my most unbearable memory.

It was precisely because of this that he realized that... they had such a similar past.

But the difference is that they each chose the opposite path.

The Curse Temple, this forgotten abandoned place, made him discover his true thoughts for the first time and feel helpless for the first time.

Seeing that figure who always sang against him on weekdays collapsed to the ground, he realized that she would be injured.

Seeing tears slipping from the always strong eyes, he realized that she was actually fragile.

The Abyss Demon Realm is a place full of trials of killing. But it was the first time he saw that she had removed the most real side under her strong cloak.

Seeing her facing the huge flames of the firebird alone, she felt deeply powerless again. And he could only watch her blindness, but even so, she still refused to let go of her pride and refused to show weakness.

He knew that even if his eyes really could no longer see things, she would never become a woman who relied on him to move forward, and her character and self-esteem would not allow herself to be weak.

Now, she was injured again.

Negotiation with the Black Magician and the Undead was tense, because of her insistence, he had to leave.

Among the thousands of troops, he was surrounded by a lich and had no time to care about her safety, so he could only allow her to exchange blood for a phased victory again.

From her conversation with the mercenary king, he learned that she was performing a bitter plan.

He made a random decision without discussing with him in advance. Don’t you know that he would be worried about it?

The High Priest of the Dark Night, a noble and cold title.

This gap in identity destined him to be unable to violate her decision.

Moya, I will never know the real reason why I am reluctant to give up my Paladin status after you received the God parable.

Once I lose this identity, once I completely convert to a night elf, I will also lose the status and position that is equal to you.

An ordinary night elf nobleman, I have no position to ask about your future identity or personal grudges.

That's why I'm scared.

The arrival of my mother means that I will lose the only bargaining chip that is useful to you.

When you say that you want to remove the uneasy factors that threaten my identity, the first thing I think is that it is not my mother's life and death, but your safety.

I was indeed a creature with half of dark blood flowing.

When I chose what I wanted most, the crown was "mother"

The name of "dear" has become irrelevant in my memory.

But when I met the Sayak Sacrifice, I was told that this was not a scam, a scam that led you into a trap, and I could no longer forgive myself.

My mind went blank when I thought about the possibility of being one of the betrayers you hated and the enemy you vowed to revenge.

Emotion is indeed the most volatile thing in the world.

When I first met, the moment when my eyes met, what I saw was not the fear that the pursuers should have.

Although full of reluctance, the belief emanating from the black pupils deeply hurt my heart. I repeatedly provoke the betrayed past that has long been buried deep but cannot be forgotten.

That persistence is so strong, I repeatedly laughed at my cowardice and escape. That's why I want to kill you so urgently.

Although Asriel's death forced me to change my original plan, my anger was beyond my reach in the battle of White Rose.

It turns out that you, like your father and the Great Elder, want to use me.

If it weren't for my unrestrained choice to turn against Guangming, you would probably never trust me as much as you do with Bilfit.

Whether I have ever had resentment, jealousy or envy towards you, when I hear you say "I don't resent", the shackles that have locked my heart for decades have finally been broken.

Yes, I don’t need the praise of my father, the acceptance of my mother or the affirmation of others. All I need is someone who can really understand me, that’s all.

"Sis...Thar..." After hearing the long list of speeches that Sistal said in an excited tone, Moya could no longer see the deep helplessness in his words.

"I...sorry, Sistale. Really, sorry. Actually... I have always known that you have given silently, you can't express your concern. I have always known..."

"What did you say?" Sistaer stared at Moya in a daze, unable to believe what he heard.

"Yes, I've always known it."

"You know? You actually...will my struggles over the past few days become a joke?" He turned around angrily and did not look at the face full of guilt. Sistale could not believe that the thoughts he had been hiding deep in his heart had long been known to her; "You disappointed me so much, Moya. Until now you don't trust me. After I gave up the Church of Light and cut off the connection between my mother's clan, you still did not trust me completely."

"Sorry. Because... I, you know my past. Since I was betrayed by my friends, I can no longer trust anyone, of course, including Bilfit. Although I know that he has been working hard for me, even disfigured to get into prison with disfigure, just to take care of me. But... Grieg Prison is really too dark. Those days when you must seize other people's lives in order to survive. I have also discovered your transformation, but I still can't let go of my guard. Although I have begun to trust you slowly, I am still escaping. Because I don't know if I can still bear another betrayal. Once again, I will be crazy by the betrayed by the trustees. So... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I have always ignored your concern, and I did something unforgivable, Sistale, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Grabbing the pair of white palms that were withdrawing, Moya kept apologizing.

She knew that once she said it, the elf who had always cared about her silently would be very disappointed. After making such a sacrifice, she could not gain all-hearted trust, and no one would forgive her for doing what she did.

In order to protect herself from harm, she chose to hurt the other party.

"I know that my behavior is too much, but... please stay... stay, Sistale. I can't face so many enemies alone. The reason why I can face everything strongly is not only my idea of ​​revenge, but also thanks to your support. For the past year, you have been silently guarding me... Do you know why I say I don't hate you? Because I don't want to restrain you. Compared with the difficult dark road, the Church of Light is more suitable for you, and that is what you have been pursuing. However, you still choose to fall into the darkness of the road of never looking back. Although I am happy with the choice you have made, I am also more afraid... Once I have new weaknesses, I will lose my previous firmness."

"You always make random arrangements... make everything... do what you want, say what you want, never give me time to think." After hearing Moya's confession, Sistale sighed deeply.

"Sistar?"

"You..." Sharl returned to Moya's trembling hands and replied with a firm smile; "Didn't I say that I will never betray your trust with my life."

"You mean..." Moya was a little disbelief. Did he forgive her so easily?

"Idiot, idiot, you mentally retarded woman, have you said this, what are you still worried about?"

"Really... I'm sorry..." Knowing that he had forgiven her for using his trust, Moya was relieved from the bottom of his heart and finally let go of the big stone in her heart.

"Never say sorry, this is the path I chose. Okay, you should rest, the injury is fine, so let's go back to the bed and rest, we will still have to hurry up later." Sistaer helped Moya back to the bed, then turned his head to the direction of the door, and shouted in an unhappy tone; "Hey, when are you going to eavesdrop?!"

"Ah! That... I'm sorry, I'm disturbing you because someone is looking for you downstairs. Since they insist on meeting someone, I have to come up to pass the message." Old Joey pushed open the door with an awkward look. Although he was going upstairs to pass the message, it was a fact that he eavesdropped on others' words.
Chapter completed!