Chapter 138 He Has Always Been There! (1000 Monthly Tickets Extra Update)
December 20, 2014
Author: Floating Tower (诸生浮屠)
Northern Tower.
The ice on the river’s surface is already quite thick, with children from the Northern Region about half the size breaking the ice to fish. They take their catches back to roast and eat, as children at this age tend to love eating. However, they do not dare to venture too close to the tower, as it is the forbidden zone of others; their parents have warned them since childhood not to disturb the mysterious Northern Witch. They occasionally gaze toward the tower with envious hopes, wishing that one day they could become powerful wizards themselves.
Gloria is buried in a pile of notebooks, surrounded by dense piles of symbols and characters.
She has been in the laboratory for a full three days, occasionally resting here when tired, and occasionally checking on Vivian’s condition. She is prepared to sprint towards becoming a legendary Northern Witch; during this time, she has begun exploring deeper parts of the magic network while also studying advanced nine-ring spells. If she successfully completes a nine-ring spell, it would be equivalent to stepping into the quasi-legendary realm. Just give her a bit more time, and she will steadily rise to the level of a legendary witch.
Suddenly!
Gloria seems to feel something, lifting her head from the tall stacks of books, she removes her crystal glasses and furrows her brow to look outside. Her eyesight is actually quite good, but she wears her exquisite silver-rimmed crystal glasses during spell research. This is an extraordinary enchanted item that helps her in crafting spell models.
It seems Gloria really felt something; she excitedly stands up and vanishes in the blink of an eye.
“Vivian!”
She gazes excitedly at the little girl who has just opened her eyes. After sleeping for such a long time, she is still a bit dazed. Rubbing her small, pale hands over her eyes, she says half-asleep, “Sister Gloria? Have I slept for a long time? Why does my head feel a bit dizzy?”
Gloria hugs the small Vivian tightly, leaning down to kiss her forehead, and then gently says, “You’ve been in a coma for almost half a month!”
“Brother!” The little girl seems to recall something and panics, saying, “Where is my brother? Is he not here?”
Gloria falls silent. She raises her hand to lightly stroke her long hair, where strands of silver can be seen. She softly murmurs, “Soren got separated from us. But he should be fine. You don’t need to worry too much.”
Vivian falls silent.
Then, the little girl tilts her head to look at Gloria, puzzled, “That’s not right! I just saw my brother!”
Hmm?
This response puzzles Gloria as well; she frowns and says, “You saw Soren? Here? That’s impossible! This entire tower is within my mental perception; if Soren were here, I would definitely know!”
As if she thought of something.
Gloria’s face suddenly turns slightly pale, and a hint of sadness appears in her eyes.
Could it be that Soren is really dead?
If it were a spirit, it’s indeed possible that she might not detect him. Could it be that Soren’s ghost appeared for just a moment out of strong obsession?
Gloria tightly embraces Vivian in front of her. Suddenly feeling a bit teary, she becomes inexplicably troubled.
For some reason, she has occasionally thought of the man named Soren recently.
As a noble Northern Witch, she rarely thinks about anyone proactively; even her mother is only thought of occasionally, yet now she finds herself thinking of a man every few days, worrying about whether he is alive. Gloria is at a loss for words. This is neither the love spoken of by ordinary people, nor is it simply friendship, as she actually seems to care for that man as if he were a relative with whom she had spent a long time.
“Could it be a dream?” The little girl rubs her head and mutters to herself: “I seem to have had a lot of dreams!”
These words are like the spring returning to the earth, and Gloria inexplicably feels a little cheerful. She playfully bumps her forehead against Vivian’s little head and then asks, “What did you dream about?”
The little girl closes her eyes to recall and murmurs, “I dreamed of many things, including many scary ones!”
“Everywhere there was fire and bl**d! They were clawing and brandishing near me. But I’m not afraid of them. Because as long as I’m not afraid, they can’t seem to come close to me… I also dreamed of a very scary person!… He seemed to be my father!… No! …That’s not right!… He is not my father, he is a very powerful and frightening thing!… I don’t know what it is!…”
“He always wanted me to obey! …Trying to make me surrender to him!… There seemed to be another voice!… I don’t know who it was!… She said she was me, and her name was Lilian!… ”
“I will not yield to them!… I am Vivian!… I am my brother’s Vivian!… ”
“Brother!!!…”
“Right! …I also dreamed of my brother! …He had many injuries!… It broke my heart to see! …Tears wouldn’t stop no matter what!… I called out to him desperately! …But my brother seemed to not hear at all!… ”
The little girl’s voice trembles slightly. It can’t help but tug at Gloria’s heart, for she knows that this may not just be a dream.
Vivian closes her eyes. There are sparkling tears at the corners of her eyes as she murmurs, “My brother seems to have walked a long way. He seems to have come from a very far place. His injuries were severe, and he looked very tired. I don’t know how long he walked; suddenly one day he walked past me, and I was calling him desperately, but my brother seemed to not hear at all.”
“The ground he walked on was covered with ice and snow. I saw the ground beneath my brother’s feet freeze into ice; it suddenly became very cold!”
“I was almost freezing to d*ath, and my tears were about to freeze.”
“My brother was covered in frost and ice; the ground he walked on was sealed in ice, and a heavy snow fell in the howling cold wind. The cold wind and snow extinguished the flames, and all the bl**d froze into ice. My brother looked very tired, but he kept walking without stopping, not hearing my voice, just continuing to walk forward, getting closer and closer until he finally reached those monsters and demons!… ”
“My brother drew his sword!… The monsters that approached him were all frozen into ice sculptures!… ”
“My brother killed those demons!… He kept walking forward!… Then he came before that terrifying monster!… I heard the monster’s roar, and I felt very scared!… But my brother kept going forward!… He still didn’t stop!… He walked straight up to that monster and then chopped off its head!… ”
“I felt like the whole world was shaking, and so many things were swaying. My brother seemed to not hear my call and just vanished!… ”
“Then…” Vivian lifts her little head and murmurs, “then I woke up.”
“Sister Gloria?!… ”
“Did my brother k*ll that group of demons and then rescue me? …I feel like it was definitely my brother who knew Vivian was trapped there!… Then he walked a long, long way to save me!… Even though he can’t hear my voice, I feel like my brother knows I am here!… Right! …Before he disappeared, it seemed like he even glanced at me!… ”
“He smiled.”
“It seemed like he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he disappeared!… ”
Gloria falls silent. She lowers her head and kisses Vivian, feeling as if she has let out a breath of relief, murmuring, “Yes. It should be Soren who came to save you.”
“He must be fine; he is still alive. A man who can make me pay such a high price for divination will not simply d*e quietly!… ”
Gloria’s voice becomes lower and lower until it is barely audible.
Vivian lifts her little head, looking at Gloria with her beautiful big eyes, then opens her small hands to hug her, burying her little head in her arms, resembling a little puppy as she rubs against her, murmuring, “Sister Gloria!”
“Sometimes I feel like you are very similar to my mother; even the scent is very familiar.”
Puff!
Gloria can’t help but laugh, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. She opens her mouth to bite Vivian’s tender little face and mutters, “You little imp!… How can I be that old!… You should call me sister, not mother!… ”
“Uhm.” Vivian shrinks back her little head, grumbling, “No biting! …Brother said only puppies bite!… ”
Outside the tower.
The cold wind continues to howl, but the coldest period seems to have passed.
Now all that is left to do is wait for the arrival of spring.
That is the hope of life! (To be continued ~^~)
