Vol 2 Chapter 18 (1/2)

The Uncle and the Reunion (part 4)

The rain pattered down on the earth. As the entire world was filled with dense lines of rain.

The rain fell on tree leaves which couldn’t bear the load. The leaves slanted slightly, and the freshwater flowed to the ground.

I sloppily wiped off my face, but it was no use. In the blink of an eye, my face had already been soaked by the rain.

When it rains, sometimes hiding underneath a tree will make you more wet, because the rain drops converge and become even bigger droplets.

Jumping off tree branches, leaping high. It was just like flying.

But in the end, I was not a free bird.

Because of the downpour, I couldn’t see the sunrise. I had no idea what time it was.

All I could do was rush forward with my greatest speed to my goal.

This was the first time I had used “Little Miracle” so many times to offset low magic power, so I didn’t really know what I was feeling. Ordinarily, to senselessly gain such magic, there would be a certain price to pay.

That time, it suddenly started to rain.

I pulled out my spear from the ground.

At that time, I was temporarily unsatisfied.

I was dissatisfied with that expression.

From the bottom of their heart, accepting death, wearing a miserable smile.

I believed that executioners didn’t have the qualifications to show that kind of expression.

The first time I saw that expression was when I was little.

My father was the village teacher. He wore gold-rimmed gla.s.ses, and he was educated and tidy, gentle and elegant.

My mother was an ordinary village girl who knew how to weave and cook, but was illiterate.

My impression of them was very fuzzy.

I only remembered their warm smiles; perhaps that was the reason why I liked Ailee later.

When I was six years old, they were sentenced to death.

Their sin was sheltering a demon.

A month prior, my parents had found a Forest kind boy at their door, just five to six years old. HIs clothes were full of holes, and he was covered in wounds. I didn’t know that he was demon, so I pulled at my father’s pants and pleaded him to save him.

Father fiercely shrugged off my hand. In my impression, he rarely angered.

But at that time, he slapped my face and shut the wooden door.

However, after a few hours, my father and mother decided to take him in.

Because his expression was really too pitiable. He was like a heavily wounded baby animal.

He and I became good friends, and we would play together every day.

A month later, I didn’t know how the information was leaked, but we were found out by an inspection official.

I was barred from going forward by metal spears stuck in the ground, and I shouted out desperately.

He sent me a final gaze, and then I felt like my chest was pierced through.

The demon was sentenced on the spot soon after, and my parents were sentenced to death.

The tall wooden platform held the s.h.i.+ny guillotine. With both hands bound, my father and mother walked to the stage with slow and heavy steps.

I stood at the very front of the crowd, not knowing what was going on.

Everybody’s eyes were very scary, like they wanted to swallow my mother and father whole.

A vile hatred bubbled forth in me standing there.

At that time, I was still small. I couldn’t understand why they were taken from me in such a humiliating fas.h.i.+on, and I didn’t understand what my father and mother’s death would mean for me.

I only trembled, trembled from the depth of my heart.

In the crowd, I raised my unsettled gaze to my father and mother standing in front of the guillotine.

I saw my parents wearing smiles.

Their eyes narrowed, corners of their mouths upturned.

But their brows were lowered in gloom.

In that kind of heart-breaking situation, smiles that accepted their fortune.