The golden brilliance gathered below the Shadow City, resembling clouds, and the ethereal city appeared incomparably sacred against this golden light, as if it were a divine land in the celestial realm.
The golden clouds rolled.
Rumble!
A clap of thunder!
Droplets of water fell like rain from the golden clouds.
Without missing a beat, they landed on the four unmarked graves in the cetery.
The brilliance seeped into the soil.
It burst forth with endless vitality.
Just a dozen seconds later, a deathly pale hand reached out from the soil, grasped the ground, and with a push, a man about two ters tall with a robust physique erged from the earth.
The man was clearly sowhat bewildered.
He blinked, looking puzzled.
"Captain, Captain!"
A trembling voice sounded from behind.
The sturdy man turned around to see 'Jing' whose face was completely ruined.
"Aemon?!"
The robust man called out a na known to only a few.
It was 'Jing's true na.
"Yes, it's , Captain!"
"It's !"
'Jing' was emotional, unable to contain himself.
And at this mont, three more people broke through the soil.
A short-statured person with a head of white hair.
A person with a warm smile, allowing others to feel warmth - El.
And then...
A girl with a quirky appearance, with eyes curved like crescents.
The four resurrected individuals initially stared at each other, then sighed in unison.
"Aemon! You rascal, always so disobedient!"
The sturdy captain sighed.
The others shared the sa helpless expression.
Especially El, who, looking around, found it hard to accept, yet couldn't complain about 'Aemon'.
He knew it was for his own good that 'Aemon' did this.
Moreover, he could guess how much effort 'Aemon' had put forth.
Thus, he sighed once again.
Then, he slowly approached 'Aemon'.
However, the white-haired one was faster.
The shortest among the four directly leaped in front of 'Aemon', forcefully punched 'Aemon's chest, and said with a smile, "I told you not to seek revenge, because I feared you might die too, but you managed to pull it off so grandly—well done!"
After speaking, the white-haired one imdiately hugged 'Aemon'.
Tears flowed uncontrollably.
"The wind got into my eyes,"
The white-haired one explained.
The tall, strong captain then laughed and placed his hand on both of their heads, ruffling their hair into a ss like a bird's nest, just like in the past.
"Don't touch my head, I won't grow taller!"
The white-haired one protested.
"You've already passed your growth period."
'Aemon' instinctively replied.
When the deeply familiar words that were imprinted on his soul slipped out, he paused, and his eyes instantly turned red.
This...
Is what he desired.
It was the scene that had haunted his dreams for decades.
He had waited for far too long.
He had finally succeeded.
He...
"Have you married?"
A clear and crisp voice ca from the quirky girl.
"No!"
'Aemon' lowered his head, covering his face to conceal the ugly visage, but his voice remained incredibly firm—he had already decided on his love, how could he look for another woman?
It would be an insult to him.
Moreover, it would be a desecration to Lin.
He would not do it.
"Of course!"
"Aside from a woman as blind as , who else would take a fancy to a guy like you who no one wants?"
Lin raised her hand and pried away 'Aemon's hand covering his face, looking closely at the face covered in burn scars and knife marks, like a demon.
She raised her hand to stroke it.
'Aemon' instinctively tried to dodge.
"Don't move!"
Lin sternly commanded, and 'Aemon' imdiately stopped, feeling her fingers gently caress his cheek, his head hung even lower, a bit like a child who had done sothing wrong.
"Does it hurt?"
Lin asked softly.
"No, it doesn't."
'Aemon' imdiately replied.
"Be honest."
Lin lifted 'Aemon's chin, her eyes eting the man before her.
Facing such a gaze, 'Aemon' cautiously said—
"A little."
"At first, it hurt a little."
"Then, it didn't hurt anymore... huh!"
Before he could finish speaking, Lin kissed him.
'Aemon' was stunned, then his eyes widened.
The brain that had planned everything, orchestrated for decades, and anticipated every step went completely blank at that mont.
In fact, he didn't even notice El approaching.
El watched the scene with a smile.
Then, he raised his hand.
A healing glow, similar to 'Azure' but even stronger, enveloped 'Aemon's face.
In a breath, the burnt skin began to shed, and the scars started to squirm. Monts later, smooth skin reappeared on 'Aemon's face.
'Aemon' regained his appearance.
It was a face that could be called handso.
Weathered yet still passionate.
For a long ti.
Lin and 'Aemon' separated.
Lin looked at the face that had matured and beco more weathered than in her mory, raised her hand to touch the graying temples, gazed at the eyes still full of expression, and firmly grabbed 'Aemon's collar, saying word by word, "Rember, from now on, you're your madam's man—I've already stamped it, you can't go back!"
"I won't."
"I will never regret it for all eternity!"
A clear voice ca from 'Aemon'.
Not just the scars on his face.
His voice had also recovered.
"Thank you!"
'Aemon' thanked El.
El waved his hand.
"Compared to what you have done for us, what I'm doing now... really is nothing at all."
El showed a sincere smile.
"We are companions."
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