Chapter 1846

"Sarah... Your name is Sarah!"

When she woke up in the world, the name was engraved into her soul, which has followed her for hundreds of years.

In Hebrew, this means "princess, noble and noble girl", which makes her gradually understand that her birth is of great significance for creating her own master.

Yes, at least when they first looked at each other.

"Cry! Cry for me!"

Born with defects and no feelings at all - the failure of alchemy works plunged Sarah's creator Phillips into mania. What Sarah felt for the first time in the world was not a warm hug from her family, but an unreserved slap in the face.

She still clearly remembers that the slap was very painful, very painful, so painful that she was at a loss. However, the pain could not arouse any emotion in her, because she had no emotion at all.

So the master went crazy.

For three days in a row, Sarah followed her master and looked at the world and him quietly. Those three days didn't really mean anything to Sarah. She just followed silently, that's all.

The master was studying alchemy, so she looked at each other in a daze; The master was too tired to study, coupled with many times of mental agitation and passed out of sleep, so she also learned to lie on the spot; The master woke up, drank a glass of water indiscriminately, and then continued to devote herself to the study of selflessness. Then she also tried to pick up the dirty glass and take a sip.

Well, water stinks.

So, yes... In the first three days of being born into the world, Sarah had no meaning.

Except the third night, the last moment——

"Kill me!"

This is the third word the master said to her after giving her life... The command that she couldn't refuse made Sarah, who was still ignorant at that time, pick up the sharp knife and cut the master's throat with her own hands.

"Phillips?"

Somehow, these old memories surged up from the bottom of her heart and lingered in Sarah's mind.

Didn't you just touch the dark door and try to feel the power inside the door, as suggested by Mr. McLean? Where am I now? Why do you think of these things?

"... Phillips."

Sarah suddenly felt as if something else was pouring out with these memories - it was a very surging, very turbulent, and very oppressive feeling.

Sarah began to subconsciously call out her master's name, Phillips von hornheim.

The gifted alchemist who created her and gave her a valuable name, or perhaps a middle-aged man who could be regarded as her "father".

Every time I recited the name in my heart, the sudden feeling became stronger and stronger, constantly stimulating Sarah's tighter and tighter nerves.

"Is this... 'love'?"

Suddenly, Sarah couldn't help whispering:

"Phillips, I miss you."

……

Is this love?

I don't know. Marca doesn't know.

The so-called "love" has many different forms. It can be happy or sad. Marca is not sure what form the relationship between Sarah and her creator Phillips should be.

So Maka just looked calmly at Sarah with her eyes slightly closed and listened to her murmuring and talking to herself alone.

A moment later, Sarah slowly opened her eyes again, took back her palm on the door, and touched her wet cheek.

After staying for a long time, Sarah turned her head slightly, looked at Maka and said:

"I... cried?"

"It looks like this," Maka nodded. "And she shed a lot of tears - remember to drink some water and replenish it later."

"I cried..." Sarah ignored the joke behind Marca, as if she was still immersed in that strange feeling and said, "Phillips, do you see? I cried."

As she spoke, she touched her face again. The red and swollen finger marks left by that slap had long disappeared, but the burning pain seemed to have never gone away.

His master left her only three sentences in his life, which represent three orders. Until now, the only order that she failed to complete, she finally did it.

"But," Sarah said after a moment's pause, "Mr. McClane, it's not easy to feel... 'emotion' seems to be a little --"

"It's a little scary, isn't it?" Marcus said. "That's why Dumbledore said that it may be the most powerful and terrible force in the world - although it's not easy to say whether it's the 'most powerful', but in addition, I agree with the professor."

Sarah nodded at the speech and said:

"So... Mr. McLean, is my soul complete now?"

"Oh, no, it's not that easy." Marca shook her head immediately. "Do you feel it again now, do you still have that feeling?"

"Well..." Sarah closed her eyes and pondered for a while, and then walked down the sidewalk, "it seems that there is no more. It's like an empty piece in her heart."

"So, it's just an opportunity for you to get used to it first. If you really want to improve your soul, you have to wait until I fully understand this room, and then see if it can be done."

"Really?"

Sarah blinked, then raised her hand and wiped her face with her sleeve. Then, like some greed for the feeling of emotion just now, she reached out to the black door again.

"Wait," Marca grabbed her hand quickly. "As I said earlier, don't immerse yourself too much in it - 'love' can also be a 'sin'."

"But... I miss him."

Looking at Sarah's trance but still clear eyes, somehow, Maka suddenly remembered Luna with similar eyes.

After a slight pause, he couldn't help reaching out and touching Sarah's head, smiled and said:

"Don't worry! Whether it's joy, sadness, or even pain... It should be yours, it's yours, and you will taste them one by one sooner or later. But even after you really have human feelings in the future, I hope you can not be too paranoid, because any emotion is very precious, remember?"

Before the words fell, he turned his head and looked again at the closed black door.

"Well, in short, let me see its true face first!"