After leaving the team, the adventurer ladies regretted it deeply Chapter 820: Battle of the Last 2

"What on earth have I forgotten?"

Every morning, when Lia wakes up and looks in the mirror, she finds the corners of her eyes damp.

She dreams often. In her dreams, there is a black shadow reaching out a hand to her.

The figure opens its mouth, shouting sothing.

The sounds are like the screeching of nails on a chalkboard, utterly unintelligible.

...

Ti flowed by like a fleeting white colt glimpsed through a crack in the wall.

Thirty years had passed.

Though Legendary Rank adventurers have lifespans of 200 to 300 years, the passage of ti still left its traces on Lia.

One day, while washing up, she noticed a strand of her red hair had turned white in the mirror.

A ripple stirred within her heart.

That ripple led Lia to decide to take a walk.

She visited her forr teammates and comrades-in-arms.

At noon, she randomly chose a restaurant to eat in.

In the afternoon, as she road aimlessly, she found herself at the graveyard.

This was where so of the significant figures who had perished in the war were buried.

On the gravestones, Lia discovered several familiar nas.

Robert of the Valiant Adventure Team, Gale of the White Dove Adventure Group.

President Weylon, Officer vent...

As she stared at the familiar nas, scenes from her mories surged forth.

"Hahaha! Miss Lia, no one can match you—training a Fusion Finishing Skill with Leader Isa? Tomorrow’s conquest battle on the 15th floor is practically guaranteed!"

That was Gale’s comnt to her on the eve of their competition with Red Heart City over the 15th floor of the Great Mystery Continent.

Lia had collaborated with her old rival Isa to train a Fusion Finishing Skill.

Looking back, it still felt unbelievable to her.

She had loathed Isa. How could she have agreed to train with her?

And in the end, they even beca friends?

Rumor had it... they even shared a bed once.

Even more absurd.

Lia’s head throbbed, her footing unsteady, so she sat down in front of a gravestone.

"Congratulations to all of you for becoming a Sunrise Level adventure team! Now White Dove City has four Sunrise Level teams. Captain Lia, well done!"

This was President Weylon encouraging her during White Dove City’s heyday.

Four teams?

Lia’s headache worsened.

Snow Goose, White Dove, Ice Flower... Where was the fourth?

Oh, right. Phoenix Tail Flower!

The leader of Phoenix Tail Flower... Bailuo beca its leader only after Cyan City. Who was the leader back in White Dove City?

"The greatest regret of my life," vent had written in his diary upon his death, "was suppressing the Phoenix Tail Flower Team for political achievents. I want to apologize to their leader..."

A cascade of mories flashed in her mind.

On the surface, nothing seed wrong, yet Lia felt as though sothing was missing.

Her head throbbed even more violently, her breathing grew labored.

"Lin...!"

Like a drowning person clutching at straws, Lia instinctively reached forward.

She grabbed onto a hand.

"Lia?"

The person exclaid in surprise, "What’s wrong with you? You look terrible..."

The anomaly within her vanished instantly, dissipating without a trace, leaving Lia to wonder if she’d just imagined it.

She looked up, dazed, and stared at the person. "Anna?"

"I ca to pay respects at everyone’s graves. You too?"

Anna looked just as she always had—black hair, black dress, holding a parasol.

Possessing the bloodline of a giant bat, Anna’s lifespan far exceeded that of regular Legendary Rank adventurers. Even after decades, she still appeared as a youthful girl.

Worried about Lia, Anna took her back to her ho.

Anna’s ho was located near the inner ring of the Royal Capital—a three-story standalone villa.

In the living room, Anna poured Lia a cup of calming red tea.

Sunset light stread through the window onto Lia. Her red hair, split and frayed like weeds, her gaze unfocused. Holding the teacup limply, she looked worse for wear than a beggar from the slums.

"Lia, what happened to you? I heard you haven’t been doing well all these years."

In Anna’s mory, the most carefree mber of the Snow Goose Adventure Team had always been Lia.

Everyone else could "cry," but Lia was the last person you’d expect.

Lia: "I... don’t know."

"You’re kidding ."

"I really don’t know."

Lia hesitated before saying, "But if I had to say sothing... maybe, I just feel like I’m missing sothing."

"You feel that way too?" Anna raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Impossible."

Lia was stunned. "Wait, you feel the sa way?"

"Yes, like sothing is missing."

Anna stood, her expression turning serious.

Crossing her arms, she began pacing the room. "Ever since the final battle at Demon King’s Castle, I’ve been dreaming a lot."

Lia: "What kind of dreams?"

"Dreams of long ago, before I beca an adventurer. I’ve never told you about my origins, have I?"

Anna laughed bitterly to herself. "The truth is, I don’t have parents. The Mikero family took in because of my talent.

In the beginning, I was just a common piece of ’rchandise’ in the hands of slave traders.

The scar-faced man used to whip us every day, even when we hadn’t done anything wrong.

The children around would lose their minds from fear.

I was the only one who turned pain into joy, laughing every day.

Seeing neither cry nor scream, scar-face eventually stopped beating .

I thought for sure I’d be sold to so twisted noble one day...

Until he appeared."

Anna’s tone unconsciously lightened. "Forget anyone else—I’ll never forget him."

Lia said, "But you have forgotten."

"Yes." Anna nodded. "I can’t rember his na or face at all. Which is why I suspect..."

"Suspect?"

"Yes, I suspect soone has tampered with our mories.

That final battle before the gates of the Demon King’s Castle—was it even real?"

Anna’s words sent a chill through Lia.

"We’re Legendary Rank adventurers. Who could tamper with our mories?"

Lia felt Anna’s thoughts were too extre.

"Speaking of which—Aiko, Lin Xi, Bailuo... Have you noticed? None of us got married."