WTYTIAAN Chapter 259

Chapter 259

Events proved that Jayne really had foresight. These elf fledglings hadn’t even managed to intrude into the holy ground for long before they were captured by patrolling elves. By the time Jayne had stealthily flown in, only the last seedling, Zara, remained.

It was because Zara flew slowly that she wasn’t caught in the patrol’s dragnet.

Jayne: …

Jayne was speechless, looking at Zara, who was on the verge of tears, and could only say, “It’s okay, today is special. At most, Quell and the others will just be confined for a few days. Nothing major will happen.”

As for whether they would be punished to copy books, Jayne had no idea.

He was a bit tempted to retreat, but since he was already here, and the elders had already caught Quell and the others, the patrols should be a bit more relaxed. Unless Quell ratted him out.

Jayne glanced at Zara, whose eyes were red-rimmed, and thought it unlikely that Quell would betray him. If he had been alone outside and hadn’t been caught, Quell would definitely have exposed his existence immediately. But adding Zara into the mix…

Hehe, who didn’t know that Quell couldn’t stand a weepy Zara? Quell would rat out anyone but Zara. Ratting him out was the same as ratting out Zara, so Quell couldn’t possibly betray him.

Jayne straightened out this relationship and poked Zara’s head. “Stop crying, we’re going to save Quell.”

Zara’s tears even paused for a moment. She looked at Jayne with her red eyes, her mind blank for a second. “S-save Quell? Us?”

In Zara’s world, getting caught meant Quell would definitely be severely reprimanded by the elders, and might even be punished. But rescuing Quell—did rescuing Quell mean the elders would forget and give up punishing him? Rescuing Quell might even make the elders angrier…

No matter how she thought about it, it would only make things worse for Quell, right?

Zara hesitated. “I-is this a good idea… What if the elders get even angrier?”

Jayne pretended to hesitate for a moment before nodding cautiously. “You make a good point. Then let’s continue spying on Lord Sylph.”

Zara froze.

Zara slowly typed out a question mark in her mind: ?

“Ah? But…”

“Hey, no buts.” Jayne interrupted Zara. “Let’s go, Quell was caught because of this. He must have been looking forward to seeing Lord Sylph. Now he can’t, we have to fulfill his wish for him.”

Zara: Huh?

Zara fell into thought, feeling that it made sense and yet didn’t, something was strange.

But before she could figure it out, Jayne had already dragged her towards the place where Quell and the others had been caught.

The elf fledglings were tiny, inconspicuous in the vast Elven Forest. As long as they were careful to hide their movements, they wouldn’t be easily caught by the patrolling elves.

Quell and the others had obviously been caught because they were too stupid.

Jayne thought so, pulling Zara to dodge and hide, avoiding one patrolling elf after another, and successfully approaching the location where the sound of water came from.

Zara exclaimed, “I didn’t expect it would be so easy for us to get in!”

Jayne raised his chin proudly. “That’s because I’m smart.”

Zara very sincerely echoed, “Jayne, you’re so smart.”

Jayne: …

Jayne stiffly turned his head and flew ahead, hiding his slightly flushed ears. “You know it, don’t spend all your time with that clumsy Quell—wait!”

Jayne’s muttering suddenly stopped. He had keenly sensed movement ahead, gave Zara a gesture to be quiet, and flapped his wings forward, gently parting the leaves that blocked his view—

Zara muttered “Quell’s not an idiot,” but obediently covered her mouth and peeked out from behind Jayne.

The scene before them stunned both little elves.

The place called the Spring of Life was actually just a pool of crystal clear water, not very big, about seven or eight square meters. Beside it was a spring, the source of the clear water, so clear and transparent that it reflected the surrounding lush ancient trees and the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. Accompanied by the gurgling sound of flowing water, ripples spread across the surface.

And standing in the spring was a—extremely beautiful elf. He had a waterfall of white-gold hair, strands shimmering with golden light in the sunlight, like fine silk that had been wetted, with tiny specks of starlight scattered within.

The elf race was known for its beauty. They saw themselves every day and were immune to beauty, but now Jayne and Zara were experiencing beauty shock because of this unfamiliar elf.

No, it wasn’t just beauty shock. When they saw this unfamiliar elf, a strange sense of closeness arose in their hearts.

The feeling was so wonderful, as if they were seeing the Elf Mother Tree, a connection from their bloodline—

The elf in the spring slightly opened his eyes. Regas, who had been guarding the side, stepped forward respectfully. “Your Highness.”

Sylph, however, did not respond immediately. He tilted his head slightly, looking towards the treetops not far away. Just one glance made the two stunned little ones tremble, drawing them away from that mystical feeling.

Sylph withdrew his gaze and nodded at Regas. “Thank you for your hard work all these years, Regas.”

Regas lowered his eyes, silently accepting Sylph’s lukewarm praise. “This is all I should do.”

Sylph slowly walked out of the spring. As he emerged, the water droplets on his body instantly evaporated, as if he had never been wet. He also nodded to the few who had come with Regas to see him.

The few elf elders who had followed Regas in to see Sylph were flushed with excitement, looking as if they were about to faint.

Especially the elder who had once taught Lillian.

Sylph looked at the elder who was so excited he couldn’t control himself, and a strange expression flashed in his eyes. He suddenly remembered, from Lillian’s time, the memory of this elder blowing his beard and glaring, facing the chaos created by the young Lillian, angry but not daring to speak out, tidying up the mess while being furious.

Sylph: …

Sylph awkwardly turned his head to avoid the elder’s gaze.

When he reincarnated as Lillian, he didn’t have the memories of Sylph. It was when he received the baptism that the memories in the crown recognized him as the reincarnation. At that time, Lillian’s education was entrusted to the elder, but his memory had been sealed by the pre-returning to the Mother Tree version of himself, and would only be fully unsealed when he reached adulthood.

So at the time, Lillian only knew that she was the reincarnation of Sylph, but didn’t have much of a real sense of it. And because her personality after reincarnation was too naughty, she caused a lot of trouble for the elf elders…

Sylph pursed his lips. The memories of Lillian and his memories before reincarnation merged, causing Sylph to feel a kind of ‘this was actually me?’ astonishment.

However, it also seemed normal.

Sylph thought of the process of Lillian’s self and the king’s getting along, and his expression softened slightly—he had always known what kind of image the king preferred, and after reincarnation, he would subconsciously fabricate himself… to be more in line with the king’s preferences.

The elders standing behind Regas, facing Sylph’s gentle gaze, became even more excited, wishing they could express their loyalty immediately. They all forgot how helpless and irritable they had once been towards the mischievous Lillian, leaving only the current reverence and worship.

Only Regas lowered his eyes, unmoved by Sylph’s inexplicably gentle expression.

He was one of the few elves who had lived from more than two thousand years ago to the present. He was one of the oldest in the elf race. Even if his face looked young, it couldn’t hide the fact that he had accompanied Sylph during the God War.

Regas understood Sylph too well. What Sylph’s expression meant and what he was thinking, Regas knew very well.

It was just—what those Sky-Fallers said: His love brain was acting up!

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“Next, I will be leaving for a period of time, the elf race will have to rely on you.” Sylph said to Regas.

Regas paused for a moment, the only thought in his mind was ‘as expected’, then nodded. “Understood.”

Sylph was satisfied. He looked towards the sky, calculated in his mind, and frowned slightly.

According to his estimation, the king now… had probably reached Floating Island.

He needed to speed up.

*

On the other side, when Yan Yunqing requested to see Theodore, he received a hesitant expression from Lulu.

Yan Yunqing’s eyelids twitched. “What’s wrong?”

Lulu blinked. “Lord Theodore… might not be able to come over easily, he’s unconscious.”

“…What happened?”

Yan Yunqing was a bit shocked, after all, Theodore, who had brought him to Floating Island and stabbed him, had seemed perfectly fine.

Lulu: “It’s not a big deal, the elder said… he lost too much blood, got a little emotionally agitated, and then fainted.”

Yan Yunqing: “…Huh?”

He was stunned. What level of existence was Theodore? How could he faint from emotional agitation and blood loss… How much blood did he have to lose???

Lulu lowered her head. “The elder said that Lord Theodore let out most of the blood in his body. If they hadn’t stopped him in time, the Lord might have already become a dried corpse.”

This was an exaggerated description, but it was vivid.

Yan Yunqing immediately understood what ‘too much blood loss’ meant.

No wonder, no wonder he had leveled up eleven times in one go. It was a real energy boost.

He almost swallowed Theodore whole.

With that level of bloodletting, Theodore could still hold on until the elders saved him, purely relying on his high level and strong strength.

Yan Yunqing couldn’t help but hold his forehead. He had just been thinking that if Theodore bled a few more times, he might be able to recover the Demon King’s power faster. Now that he thought about it, he was thinking too much.

A few more times, and Theodore might really become a dried corpse.

Yan Yunqing was speechless. After a long while, he said, “Then I’ll go see him, where is he?”

Lulu’s eyes lit up, and she cooperated very actively. “I’ll take you!”

With that, she nimbly jumped off Yan Yunqing’s bed, waiting for Yan Yunqing to move.

Yan Yunqing: … Okay.

He didn’t know if it was because the immersion was too strong, but when he woke up from that sleep, he only felt exhausted, his whole body aching, as if it wasn’t Theodore in the dream who was covered in bloody holes, but him.

Watching Theodore kill for ten days and ten nights, he felt like he had also been killing for ten days and ten nights.

So tired.

So he walked a little slower, following Lulu slowly, and on the way he passed several angels who were secretly ‘encountering’ him. These were all old acquaintances of his, or rather, the Demon King’s. Each one of them saw him and was as excited as if they had seen their faith, feathers falling down in a flurry.

Yan Yunqing’s nose was a little itchy, and he wanted to sneeze from time to time. Fortunately, the place where he and Theodore lived wasn’t too far away, and they quickly arrived.

Otherwise, Yan Yunqing didn’t know if he would impolitely sneeze like crazy if he continued to ‘encounter’ them like this.

Lulu was in front, pushing open the palace door. Yan Yunqing had already recognized it outside the palace. This was one of the Demon King’s favorite palaces.

So Theodore was living here?

Yan Yunqing’s mood was complicated.

By the time he got inside, Yan Yunqing’s complicated mood became even more complicated.

Theodore was lying on the bed.

His upper body was bare, the blanket only covering the part from his abdomen down, his wings drooping on both sides, limply falling to the ground, still stained with bright red blood.

That blood was obviously Theodore’s own, because normal blood would coagulate and turn brownish-red not long after leaving the body. Only some special races could ensure that their blood remained bright red and unclotted after leaving the body.

The blood of angels was like that.

Yan Yunqing walked in, his gaze falling on Theodore’s bare upper body. Theodore’s skin was very white. Perhaps all angels’ skin was dazzlingly white, Theodore was like that, but this only made the scars on his body look more ferocious and terrifying.

Intertwined scars lay on Theodore’s fair skin, each one extremely hideous, like twisted black snakes wrapped around Theodore’s body. Even healed, they were still so terrifying, showing how severe the injuries had been when he was hurt.

Yan Yunqing’s gaze swept over and landed on one of the scars.

That was probably the most serious one, running all the way down from his right shoulder to his left abdomen, looking as if he was going to cut Theodore in half…

Yan Yunqing frowned, a strange emotion arising in his heart.

He still remembered the conversation he had heard in the dream—it was clearly Theodore and Sylph, who had rushed over, speaking.

—— ‘I will find him.’

Theodore’s voice was still in his ears.

This guy… These injuries weren’t left behind from looking for him, were they?

Yan Yunqing’s expression was complicated, his heart heavy, like a small fishbone stuck in the middle of his throat, unable to swallow or spit out, terribly uncomfortable.

Objectively speaking, the destruction of the Eternal Empire, the fate of the empire’s survivors, and what these dependents had experienced—were indeed inseparable from him.

But before he transmigrated, he didn’t know that his quitting the game would cause such a result…

Yan Yunqing felt that he was still too conscientious and responsible, otherwise he wouldn’t feel pangs of conscience now. After all, ignorance was bliss, and he hadn’t been wrong in the first place.

He sat down beside Theodore’s bed in frustration, staring at Theodore’s face in a daze.

The sunlight outside the window fell in along the windowsill, dappled light and shadows falling on the palace floor. The ‘sleeping beauty’ on the bed had his eyes tightly closed, his breathing long and even, seemingly waiting for a prince in a story to come, bend down, and drop a kiss to awaken the sleeping angel… Wait, what was he thinking about?

Yan Yunqing realized his thoughts were drifting too far and quickly pulled them back, tapping his forehead.

What was all this!

He raised his eyes, but inadvertently collided with a golden vortex.

At some point, Theodore had opened his eyes, and those brilliant golden eyes were staring at him.

Yan Yunqing was stunned.

Theodore wanted to get up. Yan Yunqing suddenly remembered what Lulu had said, that Theodore had almost become a dried corpse, and quickly pressed Theodore, who was trying to get up, back down. His fingers touched Theodore’s shoulder, and scorching heat transmitted back from his fingertips. Yan Yunqing almost pulled his hand back from the heat.

The next second, his hand was grabbed.

Theodore lowered his head, his equally scarred hand grabbing Yan Yunqing’s hand, gripping it tightly like a lifeline.

Yan Yunqing subconsciously inhaled. Theodore’s strength was really great.

But before Yan Yunqing could tell Theodore to let go, Theodore had already taken the initiative to release his clenched hand, letting his hand loosely rest on his shoulder.

Theodore was like a child who had done something wrong, his hand hovering weakly at Yan Yunqing’s wrist, wanting to grab it but not daring to make any excessive movements, his whole person frozen into a stone statue.

Yan Yunqing: …

Yan Yunqing was speechless. Seeing Theodore’s aggrieved appearance, he forgot all the words he had originally wanted to say, and could only twitch the corners of his mouth, stuffing his hand into Theodore’s palm.

Forget it, the child was already so wronged, he’d just bear with it.