chapter36

During this time, Liszt and I selected a new God-King Guard, all of whom were excellent young men, including Ashuret and Theseus, who were respectively the chief and deputy chief of the guard. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Actually, I don't really want them to be gods and kings, but Liszt said that they have grown up, and told me not to worry about them all the time. But how can I not be worried? They are the ones I think of as my own children.

There were no ups and downs, and the relationship between me and Orea was no longer so stiff, and once I even went to his study to sit for a while, but Orea's painting was still not finished, and he kept his head buried in front of that painting, and sometimes when he looked up at me, he would lower his head and continue to paint. I don't know what he's painting, but I really admire him for hundreds of years.

When I walked out of the Hall of Glory and walked through the corridor, I suddenly felt a heartache, and this heartache came so suddenly that I bent down in pain. I've always been a late aware, and maybe it's only now that I really feel the pain caused by this accident, and it's so unforgettable, and I'll never forget it.

The statue in the garden is still so simple and beautiful, when did I stop sitting under this statue? I can't remember, it's been so long, so much has happened, so long that we've forgotten so many things. I think I really loved him at the time, otherwise I wouldn't have come here every day to talk to a statue. Because that's really silly, right?

Now that I think about it, maybe I was more obsessed with his feelings at that time, just like many people's first love, not all of them are perfect, but the straight man is a moth to the fire and desperate, no matter whether he is good or bad, I love him just as much.

But now I don't, more often I would rather sit alone in the yard and bask in the sun, hold a book over my head, and occasionally look up to see how the wind blows the clouds. Now I don't want to think of Silved, because I know I can't meet him, and see, I'm such an awkward person. Actually, I thought about escaping from the Heavenly Realm and going to the Demon Realm to save him, and I've always thought about it, but I know that I can't break Orea's ban, and if I escape, Orea's anger will not be able to be borne by anyone.

Sometimes I'm confused, does Orea love me? Or did he ever love me?

But I think he probably loved me, or he wouldn't have been so angry when Sylved proposed to me, though he never said it. Now that I think about it, it was just a very small thing, too small to be worth mentioning, but it caused me a lifetime of pain.

I still go to that café often, it's probably the only place in the heavenly realm that hasn't changed, the female shopkeeper is still so beautiful and talkative, and the little angel has grown into a young man, still playing the piano in the store every day.

She never knew my identity, every time I came would make me a cup of black coffee, I haven't drunk cappuccino for many years, I always feel that such sweet things are very inconsistent with my state of mind, only the bitterness of black coffee can let me know that there are more bitter things in the world than my mood, so that I can live happily.

The female shopkeeper never asks about the privacy of her customers, nor does she talk about her own affairs, but I guess her shop is called Waiting, so she must be waiting for someone, right? If she had waited so many years for someone, it must be someone she loved deeply. But what if that person never returns? Is it just like this wasteland? Is it really worth it to wait so long for someone who may never come back? Can it really be persevered?

I don't know, maybe I can.

When I left the store, it was almost dark, and the streets were bustling with people, and there was no change because there was one person missing. That man is suffering in the abyss right now, right? I haven't seen him in four hundred years. I don't know how he's doing now, will he hate me? At the end of the day, it's all for me, and he's what he is. I wouldn't blame him if he gave up loving me, after all, there would be no more possibilities between us.

And Oztele, he and Lydia are the people I owe the most, if I hadn't asked Ozteler to go to Sylved, maybe he and Lydia would still be happily together, no, three people, with Theseus. Now one of them is trapped in the abyss, and the other is uncertain about life and death, which is just as tragic as ever.

Oh, and by the way, and Tradoris, it must have grown a lot, right? I don't know if it's smarter, it likes the sun so much, but it can't bask in the abyss, right? The little one must be depressed.

Before you know it, you have been wandering on the streets until night, and the streets and alleys are lit up, and the lights are brilliant at a glance, and the prosperity is dazzling. Everything seems to go back many years, when Sylved was still the Dark God, I was a laid-back archangel, the Twelve Gods were still running in circles, Orea was sitting quietly in her study drawing, and Lydia was looking for a reason to harass Ozteler every day...... Now that I think about it, it all seems like yesterday.

Suddenly! A figure flashed in front of my eyes, and disappeared into the crowded street, leaving only an afterimage in front of my eyes, which lingered in my heart for a long time.

That back is so familiar!

"Hill...... "I felt my heart contract rapidly.

Stunned for a moment, I woke up and pushed away the crowd and chased after me until I reached the edge of the Jordan River, but the figure seemed to have disappeared suddenly, and there was no trace.

I looked at the endless wilderness, the stars seemed to be crumbling, I cried out the name that had haunted me for many years, my face was already soaked with tears, I swore that I had never cried so sadly in all these years, I have always been a strong person. I cried so miserably, like a resentful woman, I never knew that I could cry like this, so unscrupulously, so broken.

My voice echoed around me for a long time, not being blown away by the night wind: "Sylved...... Silvid ...... You're out! Why don't you come out! …… You're here...... You're clearly here......"

I don't know how long I cried until I got to my knees in exhaustion, and I guess I was mistaken. There's no way he's going to be here, and there's no way he's going to hide from me, he's going to come out to see me. Sylvade, did I miss you too much? Is it because we haven't seen me for too long? Or am I completely insane?