Starry Sky: My Life Star God, starting reward Ruan Mei

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"Do you know how I reacted when I came back from doing other things and found out that one of my children had become a little rascal?"

Cocolia sat in her seat, unable to move for a moment, and could only listen quietly.

The male voice continued, "I'll slap that little guy first."

"She has turned over a new leaf. She was bewitched and longed to make amends for her mistakes, but so what? A mistake is a mistake, and the living cannot apologize to the innocent dead."

"[Hope] is gentle, but [life] is harsh. My children often compare me to a loving father, and few have seen my stern side."

"But I am not your creator; I am just giving you another choice."

The male voice changed the subject and got to the point.

"As the High Guardian, you have access to far more information than other residents of Beloborg. Have you ever witnessed spring more than seven hundred years ago?"

"Because that child gave you [hope], hundreds of years later, newborns in the Belobergs, generations after them, will see the moment when spring arrives."

"But what about those who, because of your momentary folly, survive but suffer hardships that no one else should have to endure?"

"I can give you a trial; whether you accept it or not is the choice."

"I'll be waiting for your answer a day at the latest."

Bai Yan never appeared before Cocolia in the end, released her from her restraints, and left.

Cocolia was still unsure of the visitor's identity.

But when she called in her heart the name of the deity who had removed the star core from Beloberg the day before, the young goddess responded to her with a reverent voice:

"He is my father."

Chapter 50 He's actually quite nice.

In Cripper Castle, the Great Protector fell into deep thought.

The male voice from earlier still echoed in her mind.

The living cannot apologize to the innocent dead.

She knew very well that people would not forgive her. Even if the living forgave her, what about those who sacrificed themselves because of her?

Throughout history, the Great Guardians have upheld their inner beliefs under the influence of the Star Core. But can being seduced truly serve as an excuse for making mistakes?

If you do something wrong, you do something wrong.

Cocolia's mind flashed back to those who had died because of her mistakes.

One is guilty for a day, and guilty for a lifetime.

Yes, because [hope] has arrived, in the future, Belloberg will have a moment when spring arrives.

But those she hurt will never live to see that day, and those who died because of her will never see it either.

What can she do to atone for her mistakes?

"Dangdang——"

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Cocolia snapped out of her daze: "Please come in."

The door opened, and a young woman stepped inside.

The woman's silver-gray hair was styled into three Roman curls, her features were clear and dignified, and her silver eyes were deep and bright.

Bronya Rand, heir to the Berlöberg [Great Guardians], is a young and capable commander of the Silvermane Iron Guard.

Having received a rigorous education from a young age, Bronya possesses the elegance and affability required of an heir.

Even though the person in front of her was her beloved adoptive mother, she did not forget the proper etiquette towards the leaders of Belleberg due to their intimacy, and maintained a respectful title:

"Mother, the newly added supplies to the lower district have been delivered. The lower district rift has increased its manpower as per your orders, and the battle is going well with no casualties reported so far."

“Well done, Bronya.”

"That's my duty."

Bronya's eyes revealed the fortitude of a soldier, mixed with doubt, a hint of joy, and an undisguised sadness.

She had many concerns about the fact that the upper and lower levels had been locked down for years, but her mother wouldn't allow her to access this information.

For some reason, starting yesterday, my mother suddenly reverted to her former self, dedicating herself wholeheartedly to the people of Belleburg.

This is the reason for the hint of joy mixed in her expression, but that joy was ultimately shattered by cruel reality.

Now that the blockade between the upper and lower levels has been partially lifted, she led the Silver Mane Iron Guards to provide support and witnessed firsthand the consequences of her mother's desperate attempt to block the passage between the upper and lower levels years ago.

She didn't know why her mother had only decided to open the passage between the upper and lower levels now, but she hoped that the belated support from the upper level would prevent the people in the lower level from suffering any longer.

Bronya, I have a question for you.

Cocolia's voice came through, and Bronya snapped out of her grief and looked at her mother.

"Mother, please speak."

Cocolia, who was sitting in the chair, stood up, walked to the window behind her, and looked at the wind and snow outside: "Do you want to see spring?"

“Spring? Mother, will we really see spring?” Bronya questioned. “Excuse me for speaking frankly, the cold wave that has lasted for more than seven hundred years has not subsided. Even if things improve, we will not be able to wait until that day.”

Cocolia turned around and looked at Bronya with loving eyes: "I'm not asking you to analyze, I'm asking if you want to see spring?"

Bronya didn't understand her mother's deeper meaning, but she still nodded: "Mm."

Cocolia turned back to look at the seemingly endless snowstorm outside the window: "Now the people of Belloberg also want to see spring."

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Goethe Hotel.

Bai Yan sat at the tea table in the second-floor hall, taking a sip of tea.

Cocolia now faces two paths: one is to adhere to tradition, and the other is to move towards mythology.

"Bai Yan!"

The girl's voice suddenly came from the stairs.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed upwards, and a cute pink-haired girl came into view.

March 7th plopped down in the seat next to him: "What are you doing here?"

"Are you thirsty? Have some tea."

March 7th looked around and asked, "Where's Ruan Mei? Why are you all alone here?"

Bai Yan took another sip of tea: "They're just getting ready to have a baby for me."

"Hmm?" March Seventh slightly curled her fingers and gently tapped his head. "What nonsense are you spouting now?"

Bai Yan smiled and said, "Then let me put it another way. She's in my room, is that alright?"

March 7th rarely sensed anything amiss: "That's more like it. But why isn't she in her own room? Why is she in yours?"

At this moment, Xing and Danheng also walked over from the stairs.

Bai Yan looked at the two of them: "Gentlemen, how was the harvest?"

Xing's long gray hair swayed slightly, her golden eyes looking somewhat listless: "The trash cans here are too poor; they don't produce anything of value."

Dan Heng replied seriously, "There's a street nearby that's been eroded by the Rift. Xing subdued many Rift Creations there. We wanted to rest for a bit. March 7th just took the lead."

Xing looked around just like March 7th: "Where's Ruan Mei? Where did you leave her all alone?"

"She left it in my room, don't disturb her yet."

Bai Yan picked up the empty cup and poured a cup of tea for March 7 and the others: "You should sit down and rest for a while too."

After saying that, he pulled out a bulging bag of Winter City Shields from his pocket.

March 7th picked up a piece and examined it: "What is this?"

Dan Heng explained, "It's the common currency of Belloberg. Miss Guide gave us some before."

Xing grinned and pulled a dirty Winter City Shield from her pocket: "The first prize I found today."

"..."

After a brief silence, March 7th spoke first: "Where did you get so many Winter City Shields?"

"A gift from a blue-haired friend, nicknamed Uncle Cold Legs."

Upon hearing this name, March 7th became agitated: "Isn't this the one I helped clarify things for you online the other day, the one who kept refuting me? Hasn't this place been cut off from the outside world?"

"Those masked fools always find a way."

As Bai Yan spoke, he emptied the Winter City Shield from his bag: "Take this and spend it. If it's not enough, I'll go ask him for more."

March 7th chuckled: "Looking at him this way, he's actually quite nice, although he was a bit annoying when he argued with me earlier."

Chapter 51 When Praise Becomes a Sharp Blade

Bai Yan ordered some desserts for March 7th and the others to enjoy.

The desserts at the Goethe Hotel were quite unique and delicious, but Bai Yan felt they were still a bit inferior to those of his dear assistant.

After a short rest, starting with the restless March 7th, Xing and Danheng left the Goethe Hotel to continue their pioneering journey.

Bai Yan poured out the last of the tea in the pot, sensing the life coordinates of everyone in the entire Belleburg.

Bitter, hesitant, lingering, yearning, holding firm, moving forward, naively...

The tea that the Goethe Hotel was so proud of gradually became bland, ultimately losing its vibrancy, unlike the richness of life itself.

Regret, fortitude, doubt... a complex mix of emotions swirled and blended within Cripperburg.

The doubt did not stem from whether Cocolia was willing to give everything for Beloberg, but rather from suspicion about his identity.

This is inevitable, after all, Cocolia has already been bewitched by the Star Core once, so it's normal for her to be wary.