Chapter 473
The next moment, this destructive Magic Power engulfed the Skywind, and the dazzling light stirred up ripples.
The sky darkened again.
The Flower Demon King's battered body trembled slightly as she breathed heavily, but then she raised her head and sensed something.
The cold raindrops hit her.
The sky... it's starting to rain.
The rain fell incessantly, quickly melting the snow and turning the place into a torrential downpour. Even the enormous body of the Prison Flower God was drenched by the rain. On the ruins filled with withered vines and flowers, the heavy rain was washing everything clean.
Then, Skywind's figure reappeared above the Prison Flower God, hovering above the enormous three-headed dragon.
The Flower Demon King stared at her blankly.
"I think it's probably because they can't pay it off."
Skywind held up his gun and said softly.
The torrential rain was so fierce, yet at this moment it was so quiet.
Late winter, torrential rain, lightning, fog, and surging tides—these are all the power of the Wind Devil King.
Even if you managed to reconcile with some people back then, everything you did in the past won't disappear.
"There will still be people who remember."
"Perhaps only death can atone for it."
The storm poured down on the two of them, and then the rain, too, was drawn by the wind and gathered in one direction.
The Flower Demon King paused for a moment, then burst into laughter:
"I remember now."
"Back then, I naively asked Lilith how to escape my past as Monster, and she became my answer..."
"But life? How is that possible?"
Throughout the torrential rain, the Flower Demon King's mournful laughter could be heard.
"I'm Monster."
"No matter what, even if it's Lilith, I can't give up my life."
Because they are born selfish.
It's impossible to give up the chance to survive.
Finally, all the torrential rain, like the raised spear, briefly split in two, and the strong wind that pierced the sky surged higher, while the raindrops danced in the wind.
Everything is already set in stone.
Wildflowers cannot withstand the torrential rain and are destined to wither and die.
The Flower Demon King was also shrouded in the same gloom and despondency.
She gazed silently at the wind that stood tall against the Skywind.
They both loved that woman, yet their fates and the love they received were drastically different.
Even if it's the same as a first encounter, it's not the same.
It's really puzzling, isn't it?
Perhaps it's not actually that difficult to understand; it's just that she's Monster, which is why she can't comprehend it.
Her voice, devoid of madness and anger, asked curiously in the rain:
"Magic Girl, tell me?"
"What?"
"Why was I born to play this evil role?"
Why does Eternity suffering forever shroud us, from which we cannot escape?
"If everything were to go back to the beginning, what sins haven't I committed? Why haven't you freed me from this suffering?"
She asked, puzzled.
It's not that she thinks Magic girls have to save something as evil and twisted as herself.
I was just thinking, that first Magic girl, so kind, so intelligent, seemed capable of saving everything. If only... she could be saved too.
For thousands of years afterward, she continued to have this question.
It was precisely because she was more thoughtful and sensitive than her fellow countrymen that she was so perplexed.
Why was I born? And what is the significance of it?
"Why is it that the moment we open our eyes and begin to breathe, we are already your enemies, destined to fight you?"
She was like a bewildered child, or perhaps she wanted to ask questions on behalf of her own bewildered self when she was first born.
Skywind's movements did not stop there; she continued to gather her magic Magic Power while answering:
"I have absolutely no idea."
She looked at the Monster she had previously loathed, but now her tone was calm.
"You are a miserable and twisted existence, and I am not powerful enough to help you."
"Perhaps I understand your plight a little, but I still can't let it go."
All I can do is let your long, twisted, and tragic life end here, and find peace.
May you and those who have suffered because of you be reborn free from such pain.
Finally, Skywind finished speaking to his enemy.
The storm subsided at that moment.
But the verdict will eventually be delivered.
The body of the Prison Flower God was reshaped once again, and the three-headed dragon roared and attacked the Skywind in the sky.
The storm in the sky crashed down, washing away and engulfing everything. The body of the Prison Flower God was completely destroyed in this attack.
The waves engulfed the land.
The torrential rain washed away the sins and filth.
In the distant sky, after the fiercest storm, a glimmer of dawn quietly appeared.
Chapter 219 Love, How Should It Be Told?
The battle was over, Flower Demon King, Ailulu, didn't know where she had fallen to, but it didn't matter anymore, because she felt that she could no longer change anything.
Her body was shattered, and her mind was completely clouded. The Magic Power was slowly eroding her last memories and reason until she was reduced to nothingness.
She occasionally experiences hallucinations, like she's dreaming.
About the past.
As a human dream.
How ridiculous! She actually dreamed of herself as a human being, but even this long-cherished dream wasn't exactly a good one.
This dream was not sweet.
"Well..."
She cried out in pain.
It hurts so much, it really hurts...
Although she had died many times before, this time was just as painful.
Why can't death be quiet and gentle?
Ailulu felt very distressed, but at this moment, she was all alone, and even if she had such complaints, she had no one to confide in.
Death is truly a lonely endeavor.
The woman thought with a wry smile.
By the way, let's think of a story.
The kind of story told to children.
She talked about her dream of becoming human, which seemed to be from a very, very long time ago, so long before Magic girls were even born.
In her dream, she was a human little girl.
"It seems to be... a very, very poor little girl..."
Her voice was groggy and she sounded very sleepy.
But she imagined there was someone listening to her story.
Tachibana is very good at storytelling, which often annoys other Magic girls because she talks too much.
But she seemed quite awkward when she talked about this story.
In that dream.
She had a mother who lived with her, and the two of them always lived in a dark, cramped, and dirty shack... Her mother didn't seem to like her and always treated her harshly.
She was beaten, starved, and treated as a burden.
The mother in my dream seemed to hate me.
Based on Ailulu's later understanding of humans, such a mother seemed excessive.
Even so, Ailulu still clearly had one feeling.
In her dream, she still loved her mother very much and longed for her mother to love her.
Just like later.
"..."
Just then, Ailulu's thoughts returned to reality.
As she told her story, no miracle occurred, no child suddenly appeared and patiently listened to her story.
The woman's gaze dimmed slightly.
She gasped for breath a few times.
"In the years that followed, many disasters occurred: plague, famine... Some villagers contracted strange illnesses and turned into Monster."
"Life is getting harder and harder. Perhaps one day, my mother and I will die of illness or starvation."
It was extremely difficult.
The pain of hunger, which Ailulu, as Monster, had never experienced before, seemed to resonate deeply with her.
"And then what? In your dreams, did you survive alongside your mother?"
A clear, crisp voice belonging to a little girl.
Ailulu seems to have finally gone mad.
She was hallucinating.
He shook his head.
She recalled with some difficulty--
"... It seems she sold me to a group of strangely dressed people."
Ailulu is remembering more and more.
They were a strange group of women.
What does it resemble?
Oh, right, the Alchemist.
She saw that group of people when she was born.
"Then, my mother in the dream disappeared forever... I never saw her again."