She Chooses To Destroy the World

Alice stopped a little wary and stood at the door listening carefully.

A familiar voice came from the kitchen, and Alice recognized that it was Hewlett:

"...It's been more than ten years. You gave up that child, how can you get it back now?"

Over ten years? child? Alice instinctively realized that Hewlett was talking about privacy that was totally unsuitable for others to listen to. If she came out of the bathroom now, she would just run into him, which would be too embarrassing.

Alice hesitated for a moment, and then heard the other party's response:

"...If I can't get him back, I can't be with you... I'm sorry, but I can't, I can't accept it."

The person who said this was Lena, with a nasal voice in her voice, which sounded like she had cried.

The two of them were busy yesterday and did not drink, so they did not seem to be affected by Bacchus. At this time, they probably thought that everyone was asleep and no one could overhear them, so they took advantage of this gap. Talk about some very personal things.

Now Alice is really embarrassed. Although she is a little curious about the situation between Hewlett and Lena, she does not want to intervene in it. If she comes out of the bathroom now, Hewlett and Lena will immediately I know, she heard the conversation between them. At this time she had no choice but to hide here and wait until they were gone before going out.

If Alice was ten years older and became more mature and stable, she might choose to plug her ears and not listen to what they said, so as to completely respect the privacy of her friends. But Alice was only eighteen years old, a little too young and too curious. If she didn't listen to what they were talking about, she would probably not fall asleep at night.

She stood by the door holding her breath, listening intently with her ears erected.

"...Rather than making such an excuse, you might as well just tell me that you have never loved me before. This will make me accept it a little bit better." Hewlett's tone was a little desperate, "You love me." The man is him, and he has always been him. Although he is dead, with him in your heart, no matter what I do is useless."

"Hewlett, it's boring for you to say that." Lena's tone became hardened. "You know he is dead, you know that I have already made up my mind to forget him, and even give him to me. The dagger was given to Alice in order to start again. But you have to put all the problems between us on a dead person. This is not fair to him or to me."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I know it's all my fault." Hewlett said in a low tone, "You are right, I shouldn't be like this. You know I love you, whenever I think about you once loved him, Go crazy with jealousy."

"You can't blame you either." Lena's voice was very sad, "I can only blame us for meeting too late. When you met me, I was left with a dying body and a broken heart. It was you who saved my life, and then patched up the fragments of this heart, and made me realize that I might love again...but I have no right to be happy. Whenever I feel happy, it will come to my mind. The kid’s face. His eyes seem to be staring at me... my goodness."

Lena let out a loud sob, and then kept on sobbing in a low voice. Listening to this voice, Alice felt her heart was breaking.

She had never seen Lena cry, nor had she seen Lena so fragile. She never knew that Lena had actually been a mother and there was a child somewhere.

How did the child lose it? Are you still alive? Alice was not particularly curious about this. Although she didn't know what happened before Lena worked in the tavern, she knew more or less that she had a very hard time. For a person like Lena who has been struggling to make a living at the bottom, abandoning a child because he can't raise it does not seem to be a matter of fuss.

Lena's cry continued:

"I shouldn't abandon him, that is the last thing I regret in my life... Is he still alive? What will it become? I feel sorry for him every day, and every day, my pain is heavy. I am. I want to love you, Hewlett, I want to love you, but under such circumstances, where can I have the spare time to love you?"

"I will accompany you to find him, even if you find the end of the world... So... don't be sad, okay?"

Hewlett comforted her for a long time, and Lena finally stopped crying. It seemed that they could finally stop quarreling, and they seemed to be walking out the back door of the tavern together. Alice flashed out of the bathroom and walked away quietly in front.

She originally only wanted to avoid the embarrassing scene, but she did not expect to hear the secret that Lena had hidden for a long time. She originally wanted to find a chance to talk to Lena, but after listening to this, she vaguely felt that this was not a good time. Fortunately, Lena and Hewlett seemed to have reconciled, and finally made people feel more at ease, so she simply and quietly left.

Alice returned to Corimo's house and saw Corimo lying on the sofa, still maintaining the same posture that day before.

"You just lie down for a day?" Alice asked incredulously. "I didn't want you to use this day to prepare for a little departure?"

"Ah...nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Corimo's voice was hoarse, his eyes were red, and he looked a little strange and scary.

"Are you really okay?" Alice asked, "We are going to leave soon."

"It's okay." Corimo said with a hoarse voice, "Let's go now."

In order to prove that he was indeed okay, after saying this, Corimo immediately got up from the sofa. Because he was lying down for too long, his back was completely stiff, and he moved strangely, like a puppet.

Alice looked at him with embarrassed eyes.

"I said, I—completely—no problem." He said every word. He was not so much proving to Alice as he was emphasizing this to himself.

Sending a letter to the Frammel Mage Tower is not a very urgent task for Alice. Alice actually doesn’t mind waiting for another day, but since Corimo insists that he is completely fine, Alice does not intend to delay the trip. . After all, in her opinion, Corimo behaved strangely in the past two days, and she really didn't understand what was going on with him.

"Since you said it's okay, let's go."

In fact, Corimo had already packed his luggage the night before, so just put the coat on the horse's back for now. Alice saw that it was really difficult for him to complete this task, so she picked up the coat and went to the stable for him.

Alice didn't expect to see Circillian in the stable, and she knew he hated stables, not to mention the crowded, low-roofed stables. She was already ready to summon him. Unexpectedly, I don’t know when, Cecilian had already returned to the stable. Seeing Alice coming, the **** who had become a steed screamed dissatisfied, and seemed to think she was too slow. NS.

Alice first put Corimo's coat on the back of his pony, then turned around and touched Cecilian's back to comfort him:

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, we are leaving now."

Alice and Corimo rode on their horses, left the town, and started to head towards the Framel Tower.

For the first two hours, Alice had been paying attention to Corimo carefully. His condition was so bad that Alice was even worried that he would fall off the horse. Fortunately, his stiffness at this time was mainly due to lying down for too long. After moving on horseback for a while, Corimo's joints finally recovered a little and became a little more flexible, but his spirit still seemed very sluggish, a little bit Absent-minded. But for Alice, Corimo is just a guide, as long as he doesn't fall off the horse and doesn't go the wrong way, there is nothing to worry about.

Lena's secrets and the sluggish Corimo occupied a lot of Alice's attention. At this moment, she finally had free time to spend more time recalling what happened the night before.

She followed Cecilian's suggestion and went to the tavern to run into Bacchus. She seems to have actually seen Bacchus...although in a very strange way.

Bacchus is really a weird god, a hundred times weird than the Penrose she had seen in the west. He actually became Etienne-sama... I really don't know what kind of nasty taste it was out of.

Alice tried her best to recall the scene at that time, but at best she could only recall the part where Bacchus asked her to drink. As for the future... she couldn't think of it. Even if I try my best to remember, at most, there are only some dangling color blocks and ambiguous words and sentences, in short, they are all incomplete fragments.

Alice squinted her eyes, trying to use this method to help herself focus in her mind, to find out the true meaning of those color blocks... She herself had never thought that this method would be useful, but just tried it under the premise of no other way. .

But this method was really useful. After several attempts, a completely strange face appeared in Alice's mind. This man has the same tan hair as her mother and looks pretty handsome. Last night, the mouth on this face opened and closed, speaking to her in a very familiar tone, but Alice swears by heaven that she has never seen this person.

Is that the man in the tavern? Hewlett came to help take care of her?

She put forward a conjecture in her mind, but always felt that it was not quite right.

In addition, she has a conjecture. But this conjecture didn't seem to be very accurate, because she knew that Cecilian didn't seem to be able to transform into a human form for the time being.

Fortunately, he is right in front of him, so he can ask directly.

She leaned down, patted Cecilian on the neck, and moved to his ear:

"Did you go to the pub yesterday?"

The black steed replied with a neigh. The embarrassing thing was that although Alice was familiar with Circirian in the form of a steed, she still couldn't tell the difference between "yes" and "no" in a neigh.

"Okay." She gave up a bit. "We'll talk about it tonight."