Chapter 519: Chapter 14: Almost Gone

In the bedroom, Bonne sat by the sickbed, her eyes unblinking as she gazed at Farrias on the bed.

Farrias had completely fallen into a deep sleep, uncontrollable drool occasionally trickling out from the corner of his mouth, spilling everywhere.

The thing Bonne disliked most about Farrias was his sloppiness—poor hygiene, farting everywhere, bad breath, and despite knowing his feet stank, he wouldn’t wash them—these bad habits often made Bonne nag.

Back then, seeing such a situation, Bonne would have been fuming, chasing him around with a rolling pin.

But today, Bonne didn’t say anything, she just silently picked up a handkerchief and wiped away the drool spilling from Farrias’ mouth.

Every drip of drool that Farrias leaked, Bonne would tirelessly wipe it away, again and again.

Looking at Farrias on the bed, Bonne couldn’t help but remember their past together.

Farrias and Bonne had known each other since childhood, both residents of this border town, playing together since the days of running around naked.

Bonne wasn’t the prettiest girl in town, and Farrias wasn’t the most handsome boy. Initially, Farrias liked someone else, and so did Bonne.

But just like many unrequited loves, the objects of their affection never looked at them, and they never got a chance to express their feelings.

They held on until they reached a marriageable age; dragging it out any longer wasn’t an option, so they both had to compromise with reality, picking each other out of a bunch of less-than-ideal candidates.

Compromise was just compromise.

At first, both sides looked down on each other—Bonne disliked that Farrias wasn’t tall enough, and Farrias disliked that Bonne’s face was big. It genuinely felt like life had no hope.

But life still went on like that.

One day, and then another day,

and yet another day.

No clear memory of how many days passed, just remembering waking up one morning to see Farrias habitually sitting at the dining table as if food would automatically appear there.

He habitually glanced towards the stove and saw Bonne, with an apron on, busy in front of it.

Still not pretty, with a barrel waist, and arms as strong as his.

But for some reason, Farrias no longer felt the usual disdain at this moment, instead feeling comfortable and warm.

Likewise.

Seeing Farrias, sweating heavily, swinging a hoe in the field under the blazing sun without a word of complaint, turning the soil like an ox through wind or rain without a hint of retreat.

Bonne suddenly felt that he might not be tall, but he could still be as mighty and dependable as a mountain.

Farrias just felt,

Bonne just felt,

Having you is wonderful.

The childishness and hormone-driven thoughts of youth faded away at this moment, leaving only two hearts in sync, a soul resonating with the same voice.

From then on, their belated romance truly began.

It wasn’t fiery or obsessive, there weren’t many sweet words or crazy actions.

Just simply a sentence: “Breakfast is ready, oatmeal bread today.”

Or a sentence: “Put on the straw hat in this heat, you fool!”

Or perhaps: “This clothes is torn, take it off quickly so I can mend it.”

Firewood, rice, oil, salt, the bitterness and sweetness of life.

Bonne and Farrias lived like a countless number of families, ordinary and simple, but not lacking in warmth.

Bonne would still get angry because of Farrias’ untidiness.

Farrias would still wish he could sew Bonne’s mouth shut because of her nagging.

But both knew they could no longer do without each other.

So, day by day,

and yet another day.

They fenced the yard, built a garden, renovated their house, and raised children…

Time passed, like a shuttle weaving fabric.

In the blink of an eye,

this moment had already arrived.

Looking at Farrias with his eyes tightly closed on the bed, tears welled up in Bonne’s eyes, her calloused hands repeatedly caressing Farrias’ wrinkled face.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are cycles that none can escape.

Of course, Bonne knew this day would come sooner or later, but when it was truly imminent, she’d feel an indescribable despair.

How she wished it was her lying on the bed instead of the one she loved.

“Goddess, if you really exist!”

“Please help us!”

She painfully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, silently praying devoutly to a deity she wasn’t sure existed.

“Whoosh!”

At this moment, a gust of night wind blew the door open, bringing with it a bit of wind and snow from outside.

Bonne, tense, promptly tightened the covers around Farrias and hurried towards the door.

However, at this moment, she vaguely saw a figure walking from outside the door.

It was a young woman with an indescribable aura, seemingly detached from this world, existing beyond the mundane. The source of this content ɪs novel·fire.net

In that instant, the swirling wind and snow came to a sudden halt.

As if frozen by an invisible force, each flake and gust was suspended there.

The drifting snowflakes, swirling night wind, the smoke rising from the fire inside the house.

Everything came to a sudden standstill at this moment.

“Tap, tap, tap!”

Footsteps resounded as Messiah entered from outside, followed by Lynch in a pure white cloak, with little Shea perched on his shoulder.

“Here it is.”

Messiah hurried into the room, pointing at Farrias on the sickbed, “Help me.”

Lynch looked at Messiah in front of him, her face anxious and tense, her brows knitted tightly, visibly fraught with worry.

All of it pointed to one word—

Emotion!

’I didn’t expect progress so quickly!’

With emotions, feelings would soon follow, and with feelings would naturally arise self-pursuit, only then would this artificial soul truly embark on its final journey.

Lynch originally didn’t know how long this process would take, even worried that her soul would remain a blank slate, but now seeing the clearly manifested emotions, he couldn’t be more pleased.

Feeling happy in his heart, Lynch walked into the house, following Messiah’s direction to the bed, quickly seeing the person Messiah begged him to save, an old man lying on the bed.

However, when his gaze fell on this elderly man, his brows involuntarily furrowed.

As a wizard, illnesses in the mortal world were, of course, easy to handle, even those terminal diseases that mortal world considered incurable were small matters for Lynch, the Mystical Wizard.

It’s no exaggeration to say that any worldly affliction could easily be healed if Lynch was willing.

However,

there’s one thing, not to mention him, even a Truth Wizard would still be powerless against—

Time!

Under the Eye of Death God, the numbers above this old man’s head… were almost depleted…

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