Chapter 141 The Endless Eternity of Love - IV

Chapter 141 The Endless Eternity of Love - IV

"Ah, I failed."

Seraphina spread her hands, lay down on the ground, and stared blankly at the sky.

"I failed."

No matter how the beast in her soul roared almost madly, she remained indifferent.

"Was I... a joke to Ansel?"

Her long eyelashes trembled constantly, her eyelids slowly closed, and she tried her best to prop them up.

All the remaining strength of Seraphina could only be used for breathing and propping up her eyelids.

"Heh... heh..."

As her breathing became heavier and heavier, her constantly opening eyelids also fell more and more, only her slightly trembling eyelids still proved that she was trying hard to open her eyes.

"I'm sorry... Ansel."

The girl murmured weakly and sadly, "I seem... to have messed up again."

"I didn't live until... the moment you are willing to believe in me."

"I'm really... sorry."

"I'm... so tired."

The moment before her eyelids completely closed, the mouth of the glass bottle was brutally pried open, and the cool liquid quickly poured into her throat.

Seraphina, whose consciousness was gradually recovering from the daze, also heard a sound she had never heard —

The roar of the always gentle and smiling boy, raging and angry:

"Seraphina! You crazy! Why don't you ascend third stage! Do you want to die here!"

Fate wants... to kill her.

"Damn it... damn it... you should have that feeling, how could you possibly die here, fate won't —"

...No.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Ansel looked at Seraphina, whose intestines were flowing out of her abdomen and whose lower half had turned into a pool of meat, his heart aching violently.

Fate would let Seraphina advance to the third stage... but Seraphina refused?

No, no, Seraphina has no way to subjectively resist it, her thoughts and actions, if not under my command, will only be completely controlled by fate, which means —

Fate wants... to kill her.

It was not until this moment that Ansel truly understood what kind of dead end fate had made in the endgame of this chess play.

At this moment, rather than letting Ansel have a Seraphina who would never betray him wholeheartedly, fate would rather let Seraphina die.

And if Ansel didn't want Seraphina to die, then... he had to accept the betrayal that would come sooner or later.

"Ah... Ansel."

"For such a long time, Ansel, you... have been... cough... all alone..."

"I came... cough... too late..."

The hand that was tightly choking Seraphina's throat began to tremble, while Seraphina's hand was no longer trembling, firmly attached to Ansel's face.

"I left you alone for so long... I'm sorry."

"Ansel... I'm actually very afraid too, afraid of becoming like that, afraid of the... betrayal you talked about."

"But, but when I'm with you, I'm not so afraid. I just want..."

She struggled to sit up, her forehead touching Ansel's forehead, whispering:

"If I could always be by Ansel's side, Ansel... wouldn't be so afraid, would he?"

Six years like walking on thin ice.

Testing, despair; resistance, despair; failure, despair... The existence known as Ansel of Hydral, living like a person trapped in a crevice, every moment, every second, thinking, preparing to fight against fate.

Because no one knows what kind of despair he has experienced, no one knows what the world in his eyes is like, so he does not walk with anyone.

Because he doesn't trust anyone, including himself.

He is really afraid.

The more he understands, the more he confronts, the closer he gets to success, the more afraid he becomes.

But in this fear, this terror, what Ansel gets every day is awe, is worship; what he enjoys is food and drink, is beauty; what he holds is authority, is power.

He is walking on thin ice, being the great Hydral, the evil Hydral, hearing countless praises or curses.

What he never heard is... "don't be afraid."

It is at this moment that Ansel finally understands... why, why it is Seraphina.

Those who are better looking, gentler, loyal, and more dependent on him, will never compare to Seraphina.

Because only this clumsy girl, who stumbles along the way, can recklessly squeeze to his side, stand on the path he walks on thin ice, and tell him not to be afraid.

Because she is like him, also knows the cruelty of fate, also fears the cruelty of fate, also... resists the cruelty of fate.

So, Seraphina is different.

So those feelings are not driven by fate.

So his hesitation, his indecision, his dilemma, have never been due to the interference of fate.

He may be able to hurt, to sacrifice the people he loves.

But he can't hurt the few people in this world who can go on with him, who can stand by his side as comrades.

Among the four heroes, the other three do not have much resistance to the so-called fate.

Perhaps, no, definitely.

Seraphina is definitely the only one in this world who can raise the blade of rebellion against fate with him.

Yes, so from that time, from the moment he made that vow—

He actually fell in love with Seraphina.

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