It was a strange feeling: this blonde, blue-eyed foreign beauty came from the same homeland as he did.
Meeting someone from home in a foreign land-every word carried a longing for home!
"I have to go!" Alisa rose gracefully, casting him an inscrutable look tinged with guilt.
"Before you go, can you answer one question?"
"Go ahead."
"Is she really dead?" Joey's thoughts were abruptly pulled back to that towering gallows.
Alisa sighed softly, pressed her lips together, and said:
"I told you, she was me." She suddenly stopped, hesitating for two seconds before continuing. "But I wasn't her."
This was the second time she had said those words. Joey waited silently for an explanation.
"The revolution needed me. My country needed me. I was my parents' daughter, but I was also a daughter of the mountains. I couldn't afford too many emotions. They would keep me from moving forward. So when I advanced to Ancient Alchemist, I separated my emotions from myself."
No wonder. No wonder that Alisa had been so innocent and carefree, as though sorrow had never existed in her world.
The other Alisa had carried every burden for her.
All she had needed to do was live innocently, happily, and joyfully.
"I never intended to take that part of her back. I only wanted her to live happily forever."
Joey interrupted her. "Wasn't it your plan to use the Seeds to organize a rebel army?"
Alisa shook her head.
"It wasn't!"
Her expression grew sorrowful.
"I gave her all my happy emotions. The one thing I didn't give her was a cold heart."
"Peace was what I wanted. Even without the emotions behind that desire, she would unconsciously gravitate toward it. Ultimately, she was still me!"
Joey looked stunned.
Now everything made sense.
He had never