Mr. Yuli and his servants were packing up the furniture on the first floor.

Bella walked straight through the hall and up the stairs to the second floor to Isabel's room.

Miss Angela lay quietly on the bed, and next to her sat a beautiful lady in a classical dress.

A beautiful elf, to be exact.

Just like the one that appears in fairy tales, the body is somewhat transparent, as if it has no substance.

It's just that she dresses more like a noblewoman.

"She's still so uncomfortable." The elf sat on the edge of the bed, looking tenderly at Miss Angela's sleeping face.

The atmosphere in the room was extraordinarily quiet at this time, as if the battle outside had not affected the place in the slightest.

"Maybe it's been too much, too hard." Bella said calmly, "After five hundred years of hesitation, anyone will be tired."

Carrying too much, having too much to endure.

"Perhaps." The elf reached out and gently stroked Miss Angela's face, "Poor child."

Bella watched quietly, feeling that the scene in front of her was particularly warm.

She remembered when she was a child, when she had a high fever and her mother used to wait by her side day and night.

It is a unique kind of love, a kind of motherly love that is not mixed with any impurities, the purest and warmest.

"You want to ask about the method of sealing, right?" After a while, the elf turned to Bella and said.

Bella nodded silently.

Although she only came to ask for help by speculation.

The elf stood up and moved to the window.

"Five hundred years ago, I sealed him." The elf said calmly, as if telling an ordinary little thing, "But unfortunately, I can't do it now."

"Huh? Did something happen?"

"Because ah......" The elf raised her head and looked at the sky outside the window, and her expression at this moment was somewhat similar to Isabel's. Perhaps, this is fate, right?"

Bella was puzzled, but didn't know what to say.

The other party seems to have something unspeakable, but now, there is no better way.

Kraken will be back soon, and if the seal is not completed, everyone will die.

"But it's time to put an end to this." The elf said.

Bella didn't know what to do.

I saw her turn around slowly, and the light spirit body did not have any resistance.

"I'll ask you a question." The other's eyes looked directly at Bella.

"What's the problem?"

"What's the most important thing to you?"

"The most important?" The question was so unexpected that Bella never thought about it, "I...... I don't know."

That's all Bella could answer.

Something important? There may be many, but what is the most important thing?

If you choose between them, there may be an answer, but many things are not either/or.

The elf didn't continue to ask, but looked out the window again.

The two of them were silent for a moment.

"Well, at least not a random one." The elf turned around and continued, "In other words, you don't know yet. But that thing must exist, maybe you just don't realize it. But whether you realize it or not, it's there, and it's going to worry you. So, please take care of it."

Bella was noncommittal.

"The most important thing for me is not to be guarded." The elf's eyes showed a faint sadness.

"Maybe sometimes, I feel helpless." Bella can roughly understand that feeling.

"Helpless...... Or maybe it's just unwilling." The elf gently returned to Angela's bedside, "All I can do now is bring relief."

As he spoke, a faint glow began to emanate from the elf's body.

It's like a little firefly lit up in the dark jungle.

Gradually, the light grew stronger and stronger, illuminating the room.

Soon, the elf's body completely turned into some star-like points of light, and then attached to Miss Angela's body.

Then, the light slowly faded.

Angela slowly opened her eyes.

"Mother's ......"

She seemed to be muttering to herself.

And the elves are gone.

Bella tries to help Angela sit up from the bed.

"It's okay," Miss Angela politely declined, "I'm fine."

She gently got out of bed, and behaved like a normal person.

Then she walked over to her desk, opened the drawer, and took out the purple box.

"Let's go."

So, Bella accompanied Miss Angela and left the room together.

The two went down the stairs, through the hall, out of the castle, to the seashore where Elena and the others fought.

Isabel couldn't help but be a little surprised when she saw her adopted daughter's expression.

Soon, though, she seemed to understand something.

The day she had foreshadowed had finally come.

Angela looked at Madame with reluctance in her eyes.

She wanted to speak, but she didn't know where to start.

No words could express how she felt at the moment, so she could only bend down, open her arms, and deeply embrace her adoptive mother's shoulders.

Isabel raised her hands, hesitated for a moment, and put them on Miss Angela's back.

Even if there is no blood relationship, it is also difficult to part with years of nurturing.

Madame remembered that afternoon, many years ago, also by the sea, she had found this frail girl.

This child has no name, no memory, no past and no future.

When she found her, it was like an angel descending on her.

Isabel had no children, so she took her as her daughter and gave her the name "Angela", which means angel.

She is her own angel.

Although Isabel is strict, she only loves this adopted daughter.

She also often thinks that after a hundred years, she can let this child inherit her family business.

After all, this child is still very young, and he should have a better future than himself.

Later, as Isabel grew older, the child took the initiative to take on her own daily life.

In fact, she should have realized the unusualness of this child a long time ago.

In twenty years, there has been almost no change in appearance.

It's a curse, a curse from fate.

A curse beyond human means......

The two hugged each other for a long time.

"Thank you."

In the end, Angela could only say this short goodbye, let go of Isabelle, and turned away. I didn't even dare to look back again, for fear that the courage I had finally mustered up would not be able to resist the emotions that I couldn't give up.

Madame subconsciously stretched out her hands, wanting to grab her departing daughter.

However, she couldn't get up from her wheelchair.

What is lost, has been lost.

Maybe she already knew that what should be left will always leave.

It's like the meeting is so sudden, and the parting is so hurried.

On that day, it was by the sea; On this day, it is also by the sea.

Madame withdrew her hands tremblingly, and for the first time there were signs of old age on her graceful and luxurious face.

The years, after all, still defeated stubbornness.

With the rolling waves, the Kraken approached Teresia again.

This ferocious and brutal sea giant corrodes the sea water and people's hopes at the same time.

With a deafening roar, he waved his tentacles as if to devour everything in sight.

However, it has no reason, like a mad beast.

Or rather, he was a mad monster in the first place.

A demon who wants to destroy everything.

Angela stood on the shore, watching the approaching Kraken without a hint of panic.

It's like waiting for this moment to come.

She gently opened the box in her hand and pulled out a yellowed scroll.

It seems that he has already made up his mind, and there is no hesitation.

Angela silently unfolded the scroll, then bit her index finger and dripped a drop of bright red blood into it.

Like a blazing flame, the moment it touched the scroll, it spread rapidly.

In an instant, it was reduced to ashes.

"Go home, Father."