Chapter 300: The Last Concerto (7)
Artemis opened her mouth, facing this brother who was extremely strange to her, and she no longer knew what to say.
What exactly made Yang become like this was the only question in Artmis' mind right now that he wanted to know the answer.
Yang chuckled, then turned around and continued walking.
"Please stay here, as you have always done, neither forward nor backward, like Max Simian, just a mediocre Hecate, guarding such a pitiful family business. β
Artemis subconsciously stretched out her hand, but she hesitated for a moment, and finally did not stop Yang.
A great frustration befell her, and Artemis really didn't know what the future would hold for now. Almost everyone around her had left her, whether it was her father, Count Hecate, or Manfred, or even Young, who was no longer what she once was familiar with.
Sighing helplessly, Artemis felt more and more that the world was so strange, and she was so powerless in it, she couldn't do anything, she couldn't change anything. What made her feel even more sad was that she didn't even have the determination to do something like Yang, she could only passively watch all this, and the farther away from her wishes.
Just as she was hesitating where to go, a whisper came from a room not far away.
The voice brought her back from her mistancy, and although it was low, it was quite intense, and although it was impossible to tell what was being said, Artemis could hear that it was Victoria's voice.
She leaned towards the room, next to the door, and whispered to what was being said inside.
"What was that sound just now?" it was Victoria's voice, she seemed to have heard the roar from the north just now, and after so much turmoil, she was subconsciously a little uneasy.
"Probably the sound of cannons. β
This is Sophia's voice, and unlike her sister, Miss Jericho, who seems to have changed overnight, has a very flat tone, even in the face of her twin sister, she does not show much emotion.
"Cannon......" Victoria's voice trembled a little, "what is this for?
"Sister, it's because Dewei has become like this," Sophia said unhurriedly, "that's why so many careerists show their minions." β
There was silence in the room for a while, and Artemis didn't hear Victoria's answer, maybe she really couldn't answer it.
"Who's there...... Out of this world. β
The voice was unfamiliar to Attmis, and she thought for a moment before remembering whose voice it was.
"What's the matter, mother?" Victoria hurriedly asked, Madame Jane's state had not been right during this time, and sometimes she couldn't even remember the names of her two daughters, and then she suddenly spoke, which made Victoria inexplicably nervous.
"Who ......," Lady Jane suddenly left tears in the corners of her eyes, "leaving this world." β
Seeing their mother's strange appearance, Victoria and Sophia were confused.
"He ......," said Madame, leaning against the window, staring blankly at the north, "leaving me." β
Victoria's heart skipped a beat, as if she realized something.
"Mom, what did you say......" Her voice trembled a little, and her heart was extremely uneasy, "Who is it?"
Madame Jane did not answer her, but simply stretched out her hand, as if to touch the wind outside the window.
However, what surrounds the bed now is not the drunken wind in the summer, but the deep gloom and mist after the catastrophe.
Her hand fell weakly, and when her finger touched the windowsill, it was cut open by the broken stone thorns.
Madame Jane looked at the beads of blood oozing from her fingers, and her eyes were a little stunned.
"Mom!" Victoria hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her mother.
"Why can't I remember your name?" muttered Madame Jane, her face turning extremely pale in an instant.
Victoria's face had become ugly, and now she could guess who her mother was talking about.
Sophia stared at her mother, her brow furrowed, hesitating whether she should step forward.
"I can't remember your name, but I've heard the message you left in the wind. Madame Jane closed her eyes, her breath becoming extremely weak, "Let me go with you like the river and the wind." β
Her breathing stalled.
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At night, the Tiamat Palace is lit with many candles, as if to commemorate someone.
Some were weeping, and even though countless people had died in these few days, when the deceased reappeared with them, the tried heart could not resist the torment of grief and was swallowed up by pain again.
Wood sat beside Lady Jane's coffin in a state of distraction, for I am afraid that no one could know better than he what it was like to suffer.
Not long after the death of the second son, the whereabouts of the eldest son were suddenly unknown, and now even the last daughter died suddenly, which is already the cruelest torture in the world for an old man who is about to die.
Swain stood in the doorway, silently staring at Wood's face for a moment before entering the room.
Wood didn't react to his arrival.
"Are you okay?"
Wood stared blankly at his daughter's coffin, not even rolling his eyes.
"Please take care. β
Swain stood beside Wood, hunched over, as if to express his apology.
Wood stiffened his neck and turned to look at Swain.
"Remember......" his voice was hoarse, his tone as lifeless as if it were rotting underground, "Remember, my first meeting with you at Midnight Fort at the beginning of the year?"
Swin was silent.
"Your face looks much better now than it did then. β
Wood's cloudy eyes stared at Swain's face, and there was no glimmer of sparkle in his eyes.
That's when all this tragedy began to happen. First Winston's death, then the rebellion in the South, the country was suddenly in disarray, and one familiar face after another disappeared before my eyes, His Majesty Nikolai, Oliver, Alexander...... And Herbert and Jane...... My wife couldn't stand the blow and was sick when Carl disappeared, and I don't think she would have lasted a few days. As for me, I think I'm going to die soon, but I'm still here to talk to you. β
The wrinkled palms caressed the lid of the coffin, and there was only sadness in Wood's eyes, not tears.
"If you could, could you please put an end to this?" I don't know what the hell was going on, but I knew that it had started to happen since I got you out of Midnight Castle. Since you started it, you should be able to end it too, right?"
Sven's lips twitched, but he didn't speak, just lowered his head.
"Can you do it?" Wood asked again without an answer from Swain.
"I'm sorry, I ......"
"Please don't apologize to me. Wood interrupted Swain, his voice was not loud and a little shaky, "I'm sorry, I've heard too many words of condolence and apologies these days, I really don't want to hear them anymore." β
"I'm sorry......," Swain said something that made the old man sad.
Wood sighed.
"I have never been able to understand you, before and still am. I'm not like you, I'm different from Oliver, I'm not like Winston, I'm not like Ernest. I don't have an unwavering pursuit like you, and what I want is so simple that I can even be laughed at by Oliver. β
"I just wanted peace, and despite having done things in the Ministry of the Interior, I ended up leaving there. That's not something I can do, I'm not good at doing big things, so oh I'd rather go to the Imperial Court and be a judge. And the funny thing is that despite my mediocrity, my natural pedigree has put me in a position that many people can't achieve with all their efforts. I sometimes wonder if this society is really fair, can it really give everyone the life he deserves?"
"But that kind of thinking was too difficult for me. Wood sighed, his palm sliding down the side of the coffin, "Swain, I don't know what you think, and it's hard to understand your thoughts, but I still want to tell you that life is going against the grain after all, no matter what you do, you can't change this society, and even if you know that something is wrong, but when this society wants you to do it, you still have to do it." β
"If you can, put it all over now, I'm sure you have what it takes, just like Winston did back then. β
Sven looked up at Wood, confused.
"I can't remember anymore......" Wood's eyes were dazed, and his unfocused eyes seemed to be looking at the past that others couldn't see, "The memories of the time when Winston came to the imperial capital are becoming more and more blurry in my mind. I remember some words word for word, and I can even clearly remember the tone of his words, but his appearance has become a fog, and no matter how much I look for it in my memory, I can't find his face. β
Swain lowered his head again.
"Maybe it's because I'm old, and the old man is the easiest to be deceived by memory. But I'd rather be deceived, and I'd rather believe false memories, for I don't doubt the place of old Winston in my heart, and he's a great man, and so have always been my expectations of you and your fatherβthat you'll be as amazing as old Winston. β
What makes a great person? Swain asked silently in his heart, but he didn't want to say the answer to this question.
"All I know," Wood stood up with a vacant look, "you can end it all, just like old Winston." Please do it, and treat it as ...... For Sophia. β
"For Sophia......" Sven repeated blankly.
But Wood didn't answer him, perhaps his own consciousness had been lost in the memory, and the old man walked towards the door with trembling steps, but there was no path under his feet in his eyes.
Sven set his eyes on the coffin in the center of the room.
"Can you please tell me...... Swain's eyes were even more painful, "if you're here to follow...... What is Sophia's expectation, whether Atropos' words are lies or sincerity, and what do I ...... What to believe?"
"It's ugly!"
The voice came from the doorway, and Sven didn't look back because he knew who it was.
"Jericho, you look so ugly now, what a great person you used to be, even Manfred praised you. But now, you're disgustingly cowardly. β
Yang walked up to Lady Jane's coffin, his eyes not even looking at Swain.
"If it were you, how would you answer? β
"I will only believe what I believe to be true, even if the world says it is false, but for me I will make it true. β