Yolan Vesser was conceived in an Infant Incubator.
Her biological parents were ordinary people, but her maternal grandfather was a sorcerer. Thus, her mother received a good education from an early age, although she never excelled enough to step into the realm of sorcerers.
In the Tribulation Fire Temple, while the basic social unit of the family still existed, the closer one got to the Demi-God, the more devout their faith beca, leaving less room for other emotions. Ordinary people who were only responsible for production labor could instead nurture genuine familial affection. However, nuns and knights, who were almost entirely devoted to the Demi-God, would leave their children to be cared for by the Temple, nearly severing the parent-child relationship.
Vesser’s mother, though an ordinary person, was highly educated and had a sorcerer for a father, so she smoothly took on the role of a nun in the Temple, which was the best treatnt a mortal could receive. Her having Vesser had nothing to do with love; it was simply because her genes matched well with those of another knight. Thus, she handed over her genetic material to be nurtured by the Infant Incubator-she never t Vesser’s biological father.
Logically, she should have had no feelings for Vesser, but from the mont Vesser could understand, she saw her almost every day. She would only let Vesser call her by her na: Weina-tongue touching the lower palate, moving upwards, lightly touching the teeth on the third syllable, Weina.
This was the first phrase Vesser learned.
Yolan Vesser’s na was also given by Weina. In Vesser’s childhood, Weina would occasionally bring her food, sotis take her out to play, but mostly introduce her to the world.
The knowledge enlightennt of the silver lantern saintess began with a bedti story every night.
Little Vesser wasn’t fierce back then; on the contrary, she was a bit dazed. She wouldn’t speak up when bullied by other children, only hiding in a corner, crying pitifully. But the daftest mont was when Weina took her to the comrcial center managed by the Temple. Weina picked out a beautiful outfit for her, and seeing that Vesser was already five, encouraged her to go into the fitting room alone to change.
Within a minute, Weina heard crying from the fitting room. She went in to find little Vesser tangled in the clothes, having tripped and fallen, crying on the floor. Weina couldn’t help but laugh at her clumsiness.
After helping Vesser change, the little girl was still sniffling, tears streaming down her face. “S-sorry, I couldn’t find the, the hole…”
“Why are you apologizing?” Weina laughed. “Didn’t I teach you to find the sleeves first? Don’t rush next ti, take your ti.”
“I was afraid,” little Vesser lowered her head, “I was afraid you wouldn’t wait for .”
Weina cupped Vesser’s face, wiping away her tears with her thumb.
“If I wasn’t going to wait for you, it wouldn’t matter how quickly you changed.” Weina ruffled Vesser’s hair and said to the confused girl, “If I’m waiting for you, I’ll be here even if it gets dark.”
“So, don’t rush. Take your ti. I’ll wait for you.”
Clang! Swish! Clang!
In the ruins of the lower level, two figures moved as fast as lightning, their sword blades slicing through the air, and their Fist-Claws striking fiercely. They clashed multiple tis within a second, like a storm facing thunder and fire, the battle so intense it seed they wanted to kill each other!
However, upon closer inspection, it was clear that neither of these sanctuary sorcerers had activated their Sanctuaries. Despite the high-intensity fight, they hadn’t inflicted any new injuries on each other. Their movents were perfectly synchronized. Rather than acting, it was more like an alternative form of communication.
He’s waiting for .
Vesser caught the long sword in mid-air, casually swinging it down in a thrust, only to have Ashe seize the opportunity to grab her wrist. She almost seed to hand the sword hilt back to him.
He doesn’t even know the truth yet.
Vesser moved in close, grabbing his wrist with her left hand and pressing her right arm against his neck. This move was ant to suppress the enemy by applying pressure to the throat, but Vesser’s right arm rely brushed against Ashe’s throat, not causing any pressure, almost gently caressing.
She stared at Ashe with wide eyes, no longer hiding the smile in her eyes, her lips curling into a victorious grin. Even though Ashe remained expressionless, countering her attacks as if she were an enemy, Vesser wasn’t angry at all, continuing to play this fighting ga with him.
In his eyes, I am still the Silver Lantern, a murderer, a villain, and a cunning adversary. We still have irreconcilable differences, and his companions are still relentlessly pursuing .
But he is still willing to wait for .
He doesn’t even know what he’s waiting for.
Compared to Ashe understanding and supporting her after knowing the truth, this mont made Vesser even happier. The grievances and bitterness she felt earlier vanished, leaving only sweet bubbles bursting in her heart, turning into a rain of fireworks.
Vesser knew Ashe’s character well. Although it had nothing to do with virtues like integrity, honesty, or perseverance, he genuinely despised evil. He was the type to feel guilty for a long ti after doing even a small bad deed.
It was only in the closed environnt of the Divine Fire Trial and under the threat of the Circle Cicada’s death crisis that they could coexist peacefully. Even then, it was only when they were on the brink of death that he would set aside their grudges and principles to comfort her. But at that ti, it was probably more out of pity and sympathy.
That’s why Vesser was so happy.
She realized she wasn’t alone. Soone would wait for her even after dark. She never hid the fact that she was a bad woman, so what she loved most was making the person she liked willing to break their principles for her, even if it was just out of the bond of Shared Life.
Vesser was now content and didn’t want to stubbornly hide the truth anymore. She knew that if she confessed, Ashe would definitely stop and listen to her defense. Then, finding the last piece of the puzzle, Ashe would understand her, support her, and even regret wronging her.
Vesser had been a bit angry earlier, but now all her anger had dissipated. However, she wasn’t in a hurry. This battle, which felt like a ga, held special aning for her. She wanted to enjoy this unique tenderness between them a little longer-
Crack.
Maybe it was her wandering thoughts, maybe it was her physical exhaustion, but more likely, it was her relaxation-Vesser’s heel stepped on a stone, causing her to lose balance and almost fall.
At the sa ti, a sharp sword blade sliced through the air, aiming for her throat.
But Vesser wasn’t worried at all. She even turned to look at Ashe, hoping to see a panicked expression on his face-
Sss.
Silver blood droplets scattered in the air, frozen in ti.
Vesser spread her Twin Wings, retreating rapidly like a diving bird, narrowly avoiding the sword blade. Although the sword had slowed down at the last mont, it still grazed her throat.
But Vesser didn’t care about the small wound. She stared blankly at Ashe’s expression.
She saw Ashe biting his lip, his right hand gripping the long sword tightly, veins bulging, his face contorted, his eyes filled with sadness, anger, guilt-these conflicting negative emotions swirling and rging, forming a rusty, jagged dagger. But Ashe didn’t aim the dagger at her; he aid it at himself, tearing open his chest, ripping through his flesh, and sawing through his bones.
She wasn’t the only one hurt.
She wasn’t the only one in pain.
She was happy because Ashe was willing to break his principles for her.
But this was also the source of Ashe’s tornt.
Suddenly, the voice and wind of the necromancer ca from above: “Ashe, let
help you!”
“Okay.”
Ashe replied with just one word, then continued to swing his sword.
But this ti, it wasn’t the gentleness Vesser was familiar with.
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