Colonial Suit

In the warm villa, the fire crackled in the fireplace.

Blood瞳 had already left, but the Speaker remained in his original posture, sitting on the sofa with a dazed look.

"Happy life, free from illness and disaster?"

The Speaker felt an icy chill rising from the bottom of his heart when he thought of Blood瞳's calmness and indifference when he left. He vaguely felt that Blood瞳 was not indifferent to this Li'er, nor was he not angry, but behind this concern and anger was a kind of pity. Not pity for himself or that woman, but pity for all lives that tried to get close to the woman named Li'er.

What is this?

Thinking of this, the Speaker suddenly raised his head and said to the empty air, "Bring me Li'er's file, the more detailed the better. What? This is a Star Bandit's top secret? Very good, go tell that dead woman, I'm in a bad mood right now and want to vent on a woman. If you don't give it to me, I'll throw a tantrum!"

The void vibrated slightly, seemingly shocked by the Speaker's courage, but quickly returned to peace. After only a moment, a gentle, graceful voice sounded in the void.

"Darling, are you lonely again?"

"Ah?" The Speaker was stunned and almost bit his cigar in half. After coughing a few times, he finally gasped for breath and said with a smile, "Cough... well, I've caught a bit of a cold recently. You know, there are too many things going on here, I'm too busy."

"You must take good care of yourself. Honey, although I'm not by your side, I'm thinking of your appearance every moment, your eyes, your lips, your stubble. I'll be very worried if you hurt your body because of work."

"No, no..." The Speaker smiled awkwardly, looking embarrassed. "I'm just worried about you. It's been so long and you haven't given me any news, so I'm just finding an excuse to chat with you."

The void vibrated again, seemingly shocked by the Speaker's shamelessness. Finally, the voice sounded again.

"Is that so... then I'll reluctantly forgive you. But this Li'er is someone I value very much. I won't give you her information no matter what. If you want to find a woman to vent your anger, I suggest you just look in the mirror. There's plenty of toilet paper..."

"You!?" The Speaker's eyes widened instantly. "You're not serious, are you?"

"Of course I'm joking. Darling, you need to rest well. Although the current situation is grim, I really don't know what to do if you're dragged down. You need to know that you're the only one who has awakened rule analysis from the time humans evolved from primitive times." The voice sounded again, suddenly becoming gentle. "Your needs will be met. Even if you want me now, I'll rush to your side immediately."

"But, please cherish yourself. Just like you cherish your people. Under the shadow of the Great Destruction, anyone can be abandoned, anyone can be sacrificed, except you. It's not that you don't have courage, but we need a hope."

"Even if we all die in the next moment, the hope that humanity will not perish."

The gentle voice faded away, but the Speaker fell silent. He sat on the sofa and slowly lit a cigar for himself, then watched the smoke rise. Scenes from the past flashed in his eyes, one beautiful figure after another.

"So lonely..."

He said this, a look of reminiscence in his eyes. "Past comrades. Dying one by one, past oaths, both lost and gained. But my ultimate goal has never been achieved. Am I too greedy? Or is fate too tortuous?"

"Mijier, did I miss something?"

The void was silent, as if on the distant other side, she was also lost in thought. Time passed little by little, until the space seemed to freeze. That gentle voice finally sounded again.

"Darling. This is fate... Whether it's you or me, whether it's our comrades or ordinary people, we are all part of this river of fate. Moving forward along the established riverbank. Our future is ahead of the riverbank."

"But you and I both know that it is fate, and yet not fate," the Speaker interrupted the gentle voice, speaking decisively. "The reason we struggle and resist is because we don't want to sink. A strong person is supported by only tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of people, but behind this? Is the struggle of a civilization! A race, countless living beings, roaring in anger, wailing in fear! If we can't give them a tomorrow, why should you and I be separated? If we can't give them an explanation, how can our comrades die on the battlefield!?"

"Mijier!!"

Speaking of this, the Speaker suddenly stood up and asked loudly. "Have you forgotten our original oath?"

The Speaker's voice was so loud that even this spiritually constructed void was shaken, causing the walls to buzz. The gentle voice fell silent, and after a long while, it continued.

"How could I forget?"

"Then, have you lost the courage to sacrifice?" The Speaker continued to ask.

"Even if everyone dies, I will die, and I will not break my promise."

"Then, how have you become so weak? Could it be that the mask you wear at all times has affected your heart?"

"It hasn't."

"If that's the case. Why do you retreat?"

This was the Speaker's last question, but he did not receive an answer.

In the void, the gentle voice disappeared, leaving only endless clouds. Sometimes rolling, sometimes spreading. It was unknown how long it took before the gentle voice sounded again, sighing softly.

"I just can't bear to."

"Can't bear wealth, power, or life?" The Speaker asked relentlessly, his eyes flashing with the color of metal and stone!

From the initial chat to the question and answer that went straight to the heart, the seemingly simple conversation between the two pointed directly to the source. This was the effect the Speaker wanted to achieve. He wanted to know why this companion, the most important other half of his life, who had been with him from the beginning, would suddenly show a cowardly color!

What was influencing her?

Was it the future?

Or was it coercion from some mysterious place!!??

"It's what I thought of myself," the gentle voice pondered for a long time before finally speaking. "I just don't want to see your end."

"Whose end?" The Speaker sneered. "How can there be an end?"

"The Montberto family has combined fate with the meaning of the race from the beginning. My fate is the fate of the race! As the last heir of the Montberto family, I can die! But I cannot be defeated!!"

"Mijier! Give up your weakness. This world is ultimately not about talking, but about doing. What you worry about here, what you fear, will not affect the future. And although we are struggling in this fate, we also have our own persistence!"

"Don't forget, on our path of evolution, the wails, fears, and deaths of thousands upon thousands of comrades, enemies, friends, and relatives. Their bones paved our path of evolution, not for us to moan without illness, but for the future of a race."

"Thousands of people, I'm going."

The Speaker's eyelids drooped, seemingly ending the call.

And countless light-years away, on an equally huge mothership, there was a woman wearing a white veil, wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye.

"I just can't bear to lose you."

Beneath the white veil, a crystal tear fell, like crystal...

Crystalline, transparent. (To be continued...)