"Why do you always waste your powers to help others? They didn't think it was an amazing thing for them, though," three years ago; Allen posed a question to Felicia as he carried her through the city due to her exhaustion after using her blessing.
"The limit is only twice a day, and every ti you use it, you get so tired that you can't even stand your legs up, and sotis you even faint."
"Are you seriously asking that?" asked Felicia.
Allen astonishedly asked, "Is my question that strange? At first, I thought you were just a fool who loved being used by others."
Felicia hit Allen's head, but her exhausted energy made the blow feel just like a leaf falling on his head; he could barely even feel Felicia's energy.
"See? you don't even have the strength to punch . As for the humans you helped, it's not like they'll rember what you have done to them; even the soldiers you helped are talking about you behind your back; 'the earl's daughter has useless talent,' they say."
"You've said enough, Allen. I don't allow you to keep talking."
Allen let out a long sigh, "whatever," expressing his indifference.
They continued their stroll through the vibrant city, imrsed in the hustle and bustle surrounding them. After taking a few more steps, Felicia finally spoke.
"I just want acceptance."
Allen remained silent; he just kept walking while listening.
"Because I was my father's unwanted child, I always tried my best to get his acceptance. I studied until I threw up, practiced dancing until I turned pale, and had many etings with disgusting-grown n who wanted to be my fiancé.
I held back, held back, held back, and held back, hoping that I would be accepted as his daughter one day. But all the things I did turned out to be useless. Father didn't see ; he didn't even consider his daughter. He saw as a political tool to extend his greediness."
Allen could feel Felicia's hand slightly gripping Allen's neck, hugging him while she was half crying.
"But Allen, I t a wonderful person. He smiled at and said that this power of mine could be useful to many people. He accepted and looked at as myself.
That's when I gave up on making Dad proud; at least I wanted to be useful to others; at least others could accept as the who saved them.
The people I healed showed happy smiles and thanked . So when you say that nonsense about them saying I'm useless, it really hurts my heart."
"But it's the truth."
"Even though it's the truth, I want everything to remain a lie. I don't want to know what they're talking about behind my back. As long as I can save them, and they thank , I'll be happy."
"That's it?"
"Are you disappointed? When you know that I did everything for myself, not for others."
Allen was silent. He didn't know what to say at that mont. He wasn't satisfied with her answer, but he wasn't disappointed in her either.
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'Felicia, you've misunderstood,' Allen thought on his way to Felicia's room with Rachel.
'The feeling of happiness you get when you heal others must be the sa as the feeling I get when people eat my food deliciously.
It's a feeling of pleasure because other people are happy too. It's not selfishness; you're doing sothing for soone else and loving it. You are not just a girl who wants acceptance, but a girl who cannot bear to see others suffer.'
"Co in," Rachel said as she opened the door and went inside.
With a deep breath, Allen cautiously stepped into the confines of Felicia's room.
As he entered, his eyes fell upon her delicate figure resting peacefully on the elevated bed, sheltered beneath a vibrant red mosquito net. The delicately drawn curtains remained parted, allowing the gentle glow of the moon to cascade into the room, casting an ethereal light upon Felicia's serene countenance and graceful form as she slumbered.
"..." Allen looked at Felicia, who was not much different from her old self.
"Because her body didn't receive nutrients well, Lady's growth wasn't good enough, so her body is only slightly taller than she was in three years ago," Rachel said.
She really does look like soone who is asleep, but with skin as pale as snow. However, despite her peaceful appearance, Felicia's breaths remained discernible.
Allen cautiously reached out his hand toward her.
"What are you doing?" Rachel interjected abruptly, causing Allen to flinch and hastily retract his hand.
"I-I just feel that she will wake up if I shake her body," Allen said.
"If it really worked, she would have woken up a long ti ago; it's not like you used to-" Rachel realized that Allen didn't seem to be listening to her at all. Allen seed to be in his own world, staring deeply at Felicia with his expressionless face.
"Then I'll leave first. I'll be back by midnight; please take care of the lady until I get back."
"Okay."
Rachel departed, leaving Allen in solitude with Felicia's motionless form.
As Allen laid his eyes upon Felicia, an amalgamation of sorrow and yearning surged within him, intertwining their lancholic tendrils.
Yet amidst this emotional maelstrom, he ca to a profound realization - it was not the act of seeing her that filled him with trepidation; instead, what if she woke up while he was waiting for her in that room?
Overwheld by this apprehension, Allen consciously turned away from her, averted his gaze, and started sitting on the chair, seeking solace upon a nearby chair and finding a book on the shelf.
He sat there while reading the book.
Susan, who had been resting on Allen's shoulder, began to fly and landed on Felicia's wooden bed divider.
"She's so pretty," Susan thought. "So she's the girl Allen always talks about. And she's also Mr. Waldo's fiancée.
No wonder Allen was so sad. Apparently, his redemption wasn't over yet.
What would happen to her when she discovered Mr. Waldo was dead? Besides, the one who killed him was also the person closest to her."
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