Upon hearing Cattleya's words, Queen Mystic Bernadette looked at her in silence for a few seconds.
"This is your choice, and it's also your freedom."
Cattleya stared at the Queen in front of her without backing down. After a while, she pursed her lips and said,
"I know that you must have destroyed all the clues so that I wouldn't have the chance to follow your footsteps …
"For you, this is the end of all the past, whether there is a return or not."
Bernadette, who had her chestnut hair casually draped over her shoulders, didn't say a word. She maintained her silence, as though she was using this method to confirm Admiral of Stars's guess.
Seeing this, Cattleya smiled bitterly and said,
"I won't say that I'll use all means to find you if you don't return in half a year or a year. I just want you to remember to recite Mr. Fool's honorific name during the most dangerous times."
She calmly said that title.
Queen Mystic Bernadette slowly nodded.
"I will remember."
Cattleya immediately revealed a smile and said with misty eyes, "That's right.
"What items and tasks do you have for me?"
Bernadette flipped her palm and took out an item from somewhere.
The object was golden in color and looked like a shrunken kettle. Its surface was covered with mysterious and complicated symbols, and there was a wick sticking out of the kettle.
"It's called the Magic Wishing Lamp, and its serial number is 0-05. It might have come from the First Epoch, and even a true god is unable to shatter it. Usually, it won't cause any harm, nor will it play any role. However, it will constantly use dreams and illusions to induce you to rub against the surface and summon the genie. " Queen Mystic Bernadette briefly introduced the origins and effects of the item in her hand. "The Genie claims to be eternal. It can satisfy any ten wishes you wish, but it will often be completed in an extremely twisted manner or come with extremely terrifying consequences. My father said that the wielder can use words and preparations to avoid the harm brought about by the first two wishes, but the third wish is absolutely not to be made."
At this point, Bernadette emphasized another point.
"Absolutely not!"
"Sounds easy to avoid …" Cattleya thought for a while and said, "You give me two wishes after you make them. I'll make two more wishes and then give them to Frank, Heath, and the others. This can do a lot of things."
She was only using Frank as an example. She had no intention of letting that guy come into contact with such a dangerous thing.
Bernadette held the Magic Wishing Lamp and shook her head indiscernibly.
"The possessor is different from the possessor. Before I die, even if you obtain the Magic Wishing Lamp, you will only be the possessor. The first wish you make will be recorded as my third wish and your first wish.
"Also, although we can use words and preparations to avoid the damage that comes with making wishes, it doesn't mean that the genie is unintelligent. On the contrary, it is very smart, cunning, and very autonomous."
Cattleya hummed in acknowledgment.
"Then does he have a wish that cannot be fulfilled?"
"Not at the moment, but if it involves a true deity, the degree of distortion in the wish will exceed your imagination. To put it simply, if you wish to become a Sequence 0 true deity, your body and soul will fuse with an evil god of unknown origins. Remember, the Genie's requirement is that the wish has to be simple. Otherwise, 'He' will reject it and treat it as though you have already made a wish," Bernadette explained.
With that said, she got an invisible servant to fly the terrifying Sealed Artifact, 0-05, towards Cattleya.
After Cattleya reached out to grab the Magic Wishing Lamp, Bernadette continued, "Cattleya, I'm going to take the Magic Wishing Lamp.
"If you dream of the genie and are bewitched by him to make a wish, it means that I can no longer return. Next, you will be its wielder. I hope that your first wish is to take back all the items that Bernadette Gustav brought with her before she went out to sea, including her Beyonder characteristic. Yes, it's best to add a specific date when you make your wish. "
Cattleya looked down at the golden magic lamp and blurted out,
"Can I make a wish to resurrect you?"
Queen Mystic Bernadette fell silent for a few seconds before saying,
"The resurrected me might just be a monster.
"If you really wish to do so, you can ask Mr. Fool for his opinion."
Cattleya nodded slightly.
"Alright."
"These are the items I'm giving you and what I wish to tell you. I'll leave the rest to the Element Dawn. They will have a new leader, and they won't collapse because of a single person's disappearance." Bernadette didn't harp on the matter, indicating that this was the main reason why she had summoned Cattleya to Emerald City.
The Magic Wishing Lamp's level and level were extremely high, so there was no way to use a messenger to deliver it.
Without waiting for Cattleya's response, Queen Mystic's expression suddenly softened a little.
"Haven't you always wanted to share what happened to you all these years with me?"
Admiral of Stars Cattleya was taken aback as she tersely nodded.
"Yes."
She then walked to the Queen's side, pulled a chair over, and sat down. She faced the azure sea beyond the jade railing.
Bernadette sat beside her and listened to her recount her encounters after leaving the Dawn, just like in the past.
Cattleya had mentioned some of these matters in her letters, but due to the lack of space, she didn't describe them in detail. Some of them were even being told to others for the first time.
At some point in time, Cattleya fell asleep and dreamed of many years ago.
Back then, she was still a young girl. She stubbornly refused to turn back as she walked off the Dawn.
Suddenly, she jolted awake and realized that there was no one around her. She realized that it had turned dark at some point in time, and there was even the rosy glow of dawn.
Cattleya suddenly reached out and threw out an illusory ball of thread that wasn't realistic enough.
The ball of thread rolled into the void, leaving behind a bright thread.
Following this thread, Cattleya seemed to have grasped "Teleportation." She strolled through the spirit world and arrived at the periphery of La Xia Island.
She stood at the edge of the cliff and cast her gaze into the distance. She saw a gorgeous and huge sailboat carrying the orange-red light of dawn on its back in the dark blue sea that was still a little black as it sailed towards the horizon.
Cattleya slowly sat down and leaned her body forward slightly. She hugged her knees and stared in that direction for a long time.
The Sun gradually rose, scattering some of its light on her body.
…
Baekeland, a food distribution point.
The veiled Stelyn Sammer no longer lowered her head like she had in the past few months, afraid that others would recognize her. She anxiously looked ahead, worried that the free food would be distributed before it was her turn.
Vaguely, she seemed to hear gunshots echoing in the distance. It was unknown if it was from the Feysac, Intis, and Feynapotter troops that had broken through the defense line, or the police who were dealing with the food snatchers.
Please end it … Please end this war quickly … Stelyn, who had already gone to three relief points today, prayed silently.
At this moment, the staff member a few meters away raised his voice.
"The food here has been distributed!"
Stelyn's face immediately turned ashen. She looked up at the darkening sky, dejectedly and numbly dragged her feet as she returned to the house at 17 Minsk Street.
As soon as she opened the door, the two children in the house rushed over. They raised their innocent faces and said,
"Mommy, did you buy bread?"
"Mommy, I'm hungry …"
They were twins, a boy and a girl. They looked very cute.
Stelyn's nose turned sour as she forced a smile.
"Yes."
She then entered the house, took out a small amount of bread from a hidden spot, and split it equally between the two children.
Seeing the two children completely disregard etiquette as they ate the bread, Stelyn's expression kept changing, alternating between sadness and pain.
Not long after, her husband, Luke Sammer, returned home, but he similarly didn't have any food in hand.
Ever since the Coim Company was taken over by the military due to the wartime act, this former manager had lost his job. He could only rely on his past savings and the government's aid to maintain his family.
"I didn't receive it …" Seeing his wife look at him with a hopeful gaze, the burly man with a messy beard lowered his head in shame.
Stelyn, who was in her thirties and had a rather beautiful face, took a deep breath and said, "Me too … I'll go out and line up again.
"Me too … I'm going to line up again. There should still be places that give out food!"
Without waiting for her husband's response, she rushed out the door.
Luke immediately turned around and said to her back, "I'll look for it again!"
"I'll go look for it again!"
Stelyn didn't stop. She walked two streets and arrived in front of a house with a garden.
Not long after, she met the owner of the place, the tycoon in his fifties.
"I think I want to buy some food." Stelyn took out a stack of wrinkled bills.
The old man with grizzled hair smiled and said, "That's right.
"Why should I sell it to you?
"I remember you rejected me the last time."
Stelyn's face turned extremely pale. Without a word, she lowered her head and used her other hand to unbuckle the belt around her skirt.
With a thud, the originally delicate but stained calfskin belt fell to the ground.
...
Luke Sammer wandered the streets aimlessly, unsure of where he could obtain food.
Looking at the small number of pedestrians passing by and the bags they were trying their best to protect, the eyes of this learned gentleman who loved machinery gradually turned red.
Unknowingly, he followed a person and turned into a street.
In less than an hour, the curfew would begin. This was one of the few chances he had.
The person stopped outside a house and walked towards the door with weak steps.
At that moment, the person suddenly fainted and fell to the ground.
Luke subconsciously took a few steps back before quickly approaching and testing the pedestrian's breathing.
His gaze unconsciously landed on the paper bag the person was hugging tightly to his chest, and his nose caught the fragrance of toast.
Luke gulped and reached out to take the bag.
As he moved his palm, he fearfully looked back at the house the pedestrian was trying to enter and saw a child's graffiti pasted on the oriel window.
Luke's movements stiffened. After a few seconds, he stood up, walked to the door of the house, and rang the doorbell.
The housewife and child quickly opened the door and saw their weak father and the bag of bread.
The curfew soon arrived, and Luke returned to Minsk Street, depressed and feeling inferior.
Just as he opened the door to his room, he saw his wife smiling at him.
"I got my food!"
That's great … Luke heaved a sigh of relief and hugged Stelyn tightly.
...
No one could see Audrey as she walked through the streets and alleys.
She didn't say a word as she walked all the way back to Empress Borough. She walked back to the luxurious villa and smelled the fragrance of fried foie gras and other delicacies.
After staring silently for a while and watching the servants come and go, Audrey went upstairs to her room.
In the middle of the night, she put on a cloak and entered her parents' bedroom and came to their bed.
After looking deeply for a long time, Audrey knelt down on one knee and pressed her forehead against her father's hand.
Droplets of water slid down and soaked the carpet.
Then, the blonde noble girl slowly raised her head and said to her sleeping parents, sobbing, "I'm going to kill you."
"Dad, Mom, thank you. Thank you for teaching me what compassion is, what kindness is, and what virtue is."
As soon as she said that, she closed her eyes, stood up abruptly, and walked out the door. There was no longer any expression on her face.
PS: I wish everyone a happy New Year's Eve!
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