Chapter 412
She was enveloped in warmth, a comforting sensation that made her reluctant to move. With her eyes half-closed, Shaer looked at Tara in front of her and weakly said, “Help me... get a set of clothes... Tara...”
“Gurgle...”
With that, Shaer’s body slipped back into the bathtub like a boneless worm, continuing to play the role of a “floating corpse.”
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PS:
Sorry for the delay; I woke up a bit late today. I've been sleeping for over ten hours these past few days, not intentionally trying to write 4K.
Tomorrow, I promise it’ll be 6K, even if there’s no Guitar Hero, I can do it!
Hang in there, future me!
Good night!!!
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Chapter 220: What Right Do You Have? (6309 words)
Knock, knock, knock—
The sound of knocking echoed.
Inside the room, Nia could tell from the force of the knocks who was standing outside.
She walked to the door and opened it, revealing Tara’s figure.
“What’s going on?” Nia asked softly, looking down at Tara.
“It’s nothing serious, just a little incident; the maid got scared,” Tara replied, stepping into the room and heading toward the dressing room.
“What are you going to do?” Nia asked, puzzled as she watched Tara walk toward the dressing room.
“Getting a set of clothes for Lord Shaer.”
Tara said this as she opened the dressing room door and took out a nightgown belonging to Aivina—she sensed that the Mother Goddess seemed to want to sleep. Afterward, she walked straight to the door, bypassing Nia, and headed toward the stairs.
Shaer... is back?
Nia stood frozen at the door handle until Tara’s figure disappeared. Then she turned to look in Aivina’s direction.
At that moment, Aivina was still engrossed in the book in front of her, clearly having heard nothing.
After a moment’s hesitation, Nia walked up behind Aivina and quietly reminded her, “Miss Aivina... Tara just said... she took a set of clothes for Shaer...”
“I know, I just need to be quiet right now, Nia...” Aivina waved her hand without turning around, her expression blank.
But soon, Aivina’s hand froze in mid-air. She mechanically turned her head and locked eyes with Nia for two seconds.
Thud—
“Hiss...”
Aivina suddenly jumped up, but her knee hit the table leg, causing her to gasp in pain.
Yet Aivina didn’t stop; she dashed toward the door.
“Left, left, downstairs bathroom! Young lady!”
Seeing Aivina run in the wrong direction, Nia hurriedly chased after her.
...
In the bathroom, Shaer, dripping wet, reluctantly and slowly stepped out of the bathtub. After hastily drying off with a towel, she threw on the nightgown Tara had handed her, not even bothering to dry her hair, and staggered out of the bathroom.
“Tara... which room can I sleep in...”
“Lord Shaer, I’ll take you there.”
Shaer followed Tara directly to the nearest guest room. Once inside, she collapsed onto the bed, her wet hair leaving a damp mark on the sheets, but she seemed completely unconcerned, simply closing her eyes.
As if she would perish if she stayed awake even a second longer.
Watching Shaer’s appearance, Tara’s expression softened, a faint smile gracing her lips.
She knew the Mother Goddess would return soon—she had never doubted it.
But she couldn’t help but wonder what astonishing feats the Mother Goddess had accomplished during her absence. All she could sense was that the Mother Goddess seemed to have regained some of her power.
However, Tara’s smile didn’t last long before she heard footsteps and commotion in the hallway. She frowned slightly, turned, and gently opened the door to peek into the corridor.
After exchanging a glance with Aivina, who was standing at the bathroom door, Tara placed her finger to her lips: “Shh... Lord Shaer is sleeping...”
Aivina, panting, stepped closer to Tara.
It seemed the Mother Goddess’s sleep was about to be interrupted.
Tara sighed inwardly, reluctantly stepping aside to let Aivina enter the room, then reached out to close the door.
At that moment, Nia arrived at the door, looking down at Tara with curiosity. “Did she... really come back to life?”
“Come back to life? What are you talking about?” Tara shot Nia a glance, her tone indifferent. “Lord Shaer is immortal.”
Nia didn’t argue with Tara; through her time spent with her, she understood that this girl had an extreme obsession and admiration for Shaer, a mindset that was hard for Nia to comprehend.
Meanwhile, inside the room.
Aivina slowly approached the figure sprawled on the bed.
The silhouette clad in her nightgown had her calves almost dangling off the edge of the mattress, and the moisture on her legs hadn’t dried, with glistening droplets trailing down her slender calves to her delicate feet, dripping onto the carpet.
Looking up, the half-damp, sheer nightgown clung to her skin, nearly revealing the flesh beneath.
Aivina’s gaze skimmed over the two pointed protrusions before settling on the face of that figure.
Without a doubt, even with the change in hair color, this was the person she had been longing for day and night.
Aivina blinked, feeling a warmth in her eyes. She cautiously sat beside the girl.
Her gaze fell on the white bone thorns entwined around Shaer’s hand, where blood-red, worm-like tendrils hung, writhing slightly like grotesque vines, creating a jarring visual impact against the delicate beauty of the scene.
This was the manifestation of the potion corroding her body... the two vials of potion that had been put in had been consumed by Shaer...
Aivina raised her hand and gently touched the white bone thorns on Shaer’s hand. The thorns seemed to respond to her touch, quivering slightly.
The sensation of others touching the thorns seemed to be somewhat sensitive for Shaer.
Having just entered a dream, Shaer slightly lifted her eyelids, looking at Aivina sitting beside her.
“Good evening...” Shaer smiled weakly, greeting her.
“Shaer...” Although it was still afternoon, Aivina didn’t correct Shaer’s greeting. Upon hearing Shaer’s familiar voice, the heat in her eyes became uncontrollable.
She raised her right arm to shield her face, blocking the tears from flowing down.
Even though Shaer had warned Tara to prepare her for this, Shaer’s previous state had truly been indistinguishable from death. Moreover, she had spent a fortune hiring a “Newborn” from the Redemption Society to study the virus in Shaer’s body, and that “Newborn” had reached a conclusion of certain death.
After all, Adele, who had been infected with the exact same virus, had truly died...
God knows how she had endured during this time.
Lying down, Shaer lifted her hands, seemingly wanting to embrace Aivina. But as she raised her arms, she realized they were still entwined with thorns.
So, Shaer shifted her body slightly, lifting her head to rest on Aivina’s lap.
“Your hair is making my clothes wet...” Aivina said, her voice trembling as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve, but a few drops still fell onto Shaer’s face.
The emotions and grievances Aivina had suppressed over the past few days finally found release at that moment, allowing Shaer to sleep on her lap.
The sunlight outside streamed through the glass, warming Aivina’s back... but it was hard not to suspect that Shaer had moved to Aivina’s lap to shield herself from the sunlight.
One hour... two hours... three hours...
The sun outside had set, and the rosy hues of dusk signaled the approaching night.
At that moment, the “nocturnal being” Shaer slowly opened her eyes.
“Hmm...”
She raised her hand to rub her forehead, then propped herself up, her body now completely limp, and looked over at Aivina.
“Good morning...” Shaer smiled faintly, greeting Aivina.
“It’s already evening,” Aivina replied, her expression blank as she looked at Shaer.
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