The woman stood still for a moment, then bowed slightly to Shelley.

"Thank you, sir."

She looked at Shelley with a slight bow, turned away with an indifferent expression, and disappeared into the shadows. The adult seems to have a lot to do, and she seems to have been indifferent to things outside of work.

The woman had no doubts about the truth of the words of the adults, they entered her heart so naturally, filling in the doubts that had loomed in the past, and she did not care about Shelley's intentions, which had nothing to do with her small self.

Importantly, she lied to herself all the time. And now that the lie has been dispelled, her goal is clear.

Well, there's only one thing left to do.

She followed the route and walked to the familiar bath. It's big and bright, the hot water is steaming and renewing, and the light is pouring out to every corner without reservation, and everything is unimaginably clean for the once village woman.

The woman took off her clothes and stepped carefully into the water by stepping on the wall of the pool. The clear water caressed her tired skin, and the lazy sleepiness seeped into her pores.

Her fingers ran over the nearest spout, it had been carved into the shape of a monster's head, and Master Fogham had given it a complicated name, but she couldn't remember it anymore.

But it has a name. She smiled silently. Is Master Foggrim's unspoken reason that fragile mortals are fleeting and unworthy of remembering names?

She let out a slow breath, her fingers fumbling into her clothes on the shore, and found what she needed—an irregular shard of metal, but sharp enough.

The woman trembled her fingers and looked down at her clean body, strands of blonde hair hanging down from the water. The rippling waters reflected her indistinct countenance, a surprisingly elegant and serene that matched all the fabulous things in the world, even the praise of Lord Vogrim......

No, maybe she's so beautiful that she's far more than an adult. A voice said, the corners of her reflective mouth hooked. Her hair will be like flowing gold, and his tousled hair will be dull, and his skin will be like a dry sweet juice......

The woman shuddered, and the transgression of the thought startled herself. The surface of the water was shattered by her movements, and the reflection vanished, but as the waves slowed down, the hazy silhouette reappeared.

What's all the fuss about...... You're just too sad, too ignorant, that's why you put your posture so low, you don't know your potential, that's why you die so easily......

The reflection curled the corners of her lips, and Yingying's facial features became more and more clear, so delicate that she couldn't recognize herself. The mist grew so thick that she couldn't even see beyond her arm.

Fate has ups and downs, just as desires have risen and fallen, so why waste a good time frowning? Come dance, dance, all the joy you have lost will be doubled back in the end.

Oh...... I get it, I get it completely, you're cursed with loneliness, it's okay. The slightest whisper licked her earlobe. I am a very generous host, and I will give as much as you have the appetite. You want your baby back in your arms, right? Price? There is no cost to devout believers.

And the real love, that little one and the phoenix's, we can all give you, many times sweeter than this illusion now...... Why be so stupid and stupid to seek death? Come here, come to me......

"It's all a lie." Shelley's voice rang out.

The whispers faded abruptly, leaving a maddening silence. The woman's half-outstretched hand fell, hitting the water with a crisp sound. Her smile faded from her face.

"Those things are the enemies of the children you raised." Shelley's voice came from all directions, overwhelming her, "Unless the truth hurts more, they always lie." They want to use you as a spear to pierce him, and they don't care what happens to you. ”

The ethereal sensation was gone, replaced by the coldness of the skin, which could not be relieved even by burying it in hot water, as if the cold came from the soul, clinging its invisible mouth to her, sucking on all the comfort that the illusion brings.

It was as if some kind of tomb that had been stagnant among the stars for thousands of years had been opened, and the cold air of decay swept out of it, carrying with it the cold mockery of the dead and the jealousy of the undead.

They cast a merciless and unwise gaze, heavy from years of slumber.

Cumbersome souls. They murmured.

The gentle words were nothing more than the reverberation of slimy flesh wriggling and screaming.

She struggled to think back to the days when Master Fogream's thoughtfulness was hypocritical and contrived, and the child ...... She almost suppressed the screams that came to her lips. He's a monster, a total inhuman monster! She couldn't even imagine how she had raised him with a smile.

The woman started a war with hindsight. It's so cold, it's really cold, it's as if every inch of nerves has been run over by despair repeatedly, and breathing has become heavy. "Please......" Then she was dumbfounded, what could she plead?

"I can't, because that's the truth. Your spirit has long since been lost and nearly collapsed, and it is only temporarily ...... Bonding. Shelley seemed to hesitate.

So who to beg for? The woman thought blankly that there was no god who would bless her soul, and that there were only cold stars in the sky. She gently but resolutely pushes the image of the little one out of her mind - he is not her child, and she has never really loved him.

She understood, and the Colchis name was chewed on tenderly. The child born from her womb, her beloved, her one, the child whose soul was cast out of heaven.

She had wanted to do this for a long time, and after he left, her life was nothing but embers. And that false ember should also burn out.

The woman leaned back slowly, resting on her loose blonde hair, soaking in warmth from the neck down. The only sound left in the air was the sound of water and bubbles popping.

Only one sentence echoed in the air.

“…… I'm sorry. ”