Even though she knew she wouldn't get a response, Yimansha still asked the question.
Seeing that the other person still had that calm look, she didn't say anything more. Instead, she pulled up her clothes and withdrew her hand.
"You can stay with me for the next few days. Move out after the 'Crow Dog' incident is over."
As she spoke, she found a piece of clothing that could barely be considered conservative and threw it to Jolian, then left without looking back.
Jolian on the bed stared at her departing back for a long time. She casually tore off the tattered clothes on her body like rags.
When she put on Yimansha's clothes, to her surprise... their figures were so similar?
However, she didn't have the leisure to care about this now. Instead, she recalled the string of words in her mind.
["The disgusting roaring music plays a solo under the shattered sky. On the road leading to the end, it's crawling with rotten maggots"]
["Shake, tremble! Fear is their best breeding ground! I tear open the shell of humanity and achieve immortality!"]
"Why do I have such things in my head?" Jolian covered her forehead.
Even when recalling, there was still a stabbing pain in her mind.
"No! These aren't words!"
Jolian was certain that these strange - shaped things didn't belong to the writing of any country.
There was no record of any radical or component in her information database.
But she could understand them somehow? Could this be the memory of the original owner?
This thought was snuffed out as soon as it appeared. The original owner couldn't have such memories because the text mentioned the disgusting music, which made her feel extremely familiar...
Just like what she heard when she was dismembered by Him?
"Hiss~"
The sound of skin splitting disrupted Jolian's train of thought. A crack opened in her palm, and a scarlet eyeball appeared again.
The person and the eyeball stared at each other.
Jolian raised her arm, and her body lost all control. She tasted the taste of fear for the first time.
"What... what on earth is this?"
"Little Shasha..." Just then, Ms. Vesir pushed the door open and entered.
The eye in the palm closed again, and Jolian's body could finally move. She gasped for breath and leaned against the wall, still in shock.
"Ah? Jolian? Why are you in Mansha's room? And wearing her clothes..."
Ms. Vesir covered her mouth, looking at the big hole in the ceiling and the shredded clothes scattered beside the bed.
"Did you make up? Is Little Shasha being a bit too hasty? Look how scared Jolian is."
Apparently, she had misinterpreted the situation. She walked straight to the bedside, took Jolian's hand, and comforted her, saying:
"Jolian, don't be too hard on Little Yimansha. In fact, you two were the best of friends ten years ago. If it weren't for that incident... Sigh..."
"Ah?"
Jolian tried to calm her heart that was almost jumping into her throat. She looked at Ms. Vesir with a strange expression, completely clueless about what she was talking about.
But Ms. Vesir seemed not to notice her expression and continued to speak regretfully, as if she had to make Jolian know:
"Jolian, do you think Little Shasha's eyes are beautiful? The purple - gray ones, don't they look like the starry sky?"
"But now she can only see with her right eye because you... stabbed her left eye blind."
Having said this, Ms. Vesir looked at Jolian. "Jolian, to be honest with you, you really owe Little Shasha an apology."
"Maybe you might think that in this era when alchemy is so advanced, it's easy to just get a prosthetic eye..."
"But Yimansha is not an ordinary magus. She inherits the Saint - Remnant Magic from ancient times!"
"Saint - Remnant Magic?" For some reason, when Jolian heard these words, an inexplicable sense of resistance emerged in her mind.
"Yes, Saint - Remnant Magic is the most ancient form of alchemy. However, compared to the latter, it is more inclined towards combat."
Ms. Vesir patiently explained:
"Legend has it that the Saint - Remnant Magic was taught to the humans they chose by 12 artifact spirits."
"The purpose was to create 12 new gods to resist the impending catastrophe on the continent."
"And the eyes of the Saint - Remnant magi are the key to their becoming gods."
"Of course, this is just a rumor. No one knows if it's true because the 12 artifact spirits disappeared a long time ago."
Jolian listened quietly. Ms. Vesir stopped here and reached out to gently stroke her head.
"Although I don't know why you two stopped talking after that incident, I can feel that Little Shasha doesn't really blame you."
"Why don't you take this opportunity to make up?"
Seeing that she seemed to be thinking seriously, a smile appeared on Ms. Vesir's lips. Then she stood up and quietly exited the room.
It was only after a while that Jolian realized the other person had left.
"Saint - Remnant Magic?" Jolian repeated these words over and over.
She had a strange feeling...
This magic seemed to have some connection with the words in her mind...
Perhaps figuring them out could temporarily become the meaning of her existence?
.
As soon as Ms. Vesir went out, she met Yimansha at the stairway.
"Why did you say that?"
"Ah, so Little Shasha has been eavesdropping at the door. What a naughty child~" Ms. Vesir gently covered her mouth, lifted her long skirt, and stood beside her.
"Doesn't Little Shasha want to make up with Jolian?"
"Make up? Why would I make up with her? Besides... apart from her body, what else about her is Jolian?"
Yimansha looked into her eyes, but her sight was blocked by the lace eye patch.
"Heh, as expected of a Saint - Remnant magus. I knew the lame excuse of Life Alchemy couldn't deceive you..." Ms. Vesir was silent for a while, then chuckled and said:
"Then why didn't you expose my lie in public? Aren't you being duplicitous?"
This time it was Yimansha's turn to be silent. The lady ignored her and slowly walked down the stairs, lifting her skirt:
"People are always nostalgic creatures. Even if they've hated someone for more than ten years, they'll still feel an inexplicable sense of loss upon hearing of that person's death."
"Little Shasha... You're always so soft - hearted, or should I say you're too twisted?"
"One day, you'll die at her hands like this!"
"Really? Then I'm really looking forward to it..." Yimansha's fingers tightly grasped the stair railing, and ice - blue mist froze it.
She glanced at her own room and walked in the other direction.
The next day, Jolian was woken up early in the morning by the noisy screams downstairs.
When she went out to check, everyone in the guild was already fully armed and ready to officially go to war with the [Crow Dog].
"Jolian, you're awake so early?" Ms. Vesir came over, pushing her baby carriage.
"Yeah..." Jolian nodded politely at her, then looked at the people in the guild.
"Jolian, who do you think will win?"
Ms. Vesir suddenly asked out of the blue.
Jolian answered almost without thinking, maintaining a flawless statement:
"The [Other Shore]! I believe in my family members!"
"Is that so? I also think we'll win..." The lady stroked her head meaningfully.
"The current Jolian is really charming..."