Team villains except me

Vantes didn't know Persila. She wanted to refute Yalinxiu's statement, but when she calmed down and thought about it, she realized it was very likely.

just.

"Why is that? It doesn't make sense."

“Sometimes people do things that don’t make sense.”

Yalinxiu did not continue to discuss this issue with Vantes. It added many details to Vantes' original plan and expanded its scope.

The march requires a group of pioneers. Vantes originally prepared members of their "anti-fly ban" organization, but the number was not enough to cover the entire Futsu.

The female eagles that Feimei'o had recently found were also included in the parade by Yalinxiu.

"Actually, there doesn't need to be so many participants. Once the atmosphere is lively, I believe all the female eagles will want to fly into the sky... You are a foreign child, you don't know that Patriati is like a shining crown to us. Only the male eagles can show off that they have flown over Patriati.

In Futsu, there are no female eagles flying in the sky. Many female eagles never return to their original form after marriage, and may never flap their wings again until they die.

Vantes said this with his eyes downcast, with a hint of helplessness.

"When the king holds the eagle responsible, the first female eagle to fly will die."

"will not."

Yalinxiu was very sure.

"There will be no more death."

Vantes sighed.

"That being said, there will definitely be eagles to maintain order. This is considered a riot, and the king will intervene. There will definitely be casualties. Persilla is the first to die, and there will be a second and a third..."

"Vantus, I don't think I've ever introduced my family to you—my parents are also in Lanier. They'll protect the flying female eagle in Futsu."

Yalinxiu showed a genuine smile, which made Fantes realize that the previous smiles were just politeness.

Vantes knew the identities of Yalinshu's parents; Valerie had mentioned them when they arrived in Lanier. Even the king feared this person, and indeed, he possessed the power to prevent death.

"That……"

Fantes pursed his lips.

“Although it may sound hypocritical of me to say this, as I haven’t treated Musa well over the years, but…but, if your parents are capable, let them keep an eye on Musa.

"It's hard to accept a mother's death. When my mom died, I just wanted to set Rainier on fire. I wanted to die with my mom, I wanted to be part of her blood again. If Persila died, Musa would definitely be very upset. I feel like she would do something irrational."

"Will not."

"You're so sure because you haven't experienced it yet. Your parents are all too young. You haven't experienced the pain of a loved one dying. It's like having a hole poked in your heart, leaking air."

"I won't go through that, Vantes. I am their heart. Teacher Musa won't do anything irrational either. It's not by chance that Musa became a beast warrior. Her talent is special. She won't be defeated by emotions. Her body functions are protecting her. She will make the right choice."

"That would be great. But, thinking about it this way, she's even more miserable."

Fantes shook his head.

"Emotionally I sympathize with her, but intellectually I hope she stays awake. This is my biggest event yet, and I've been preparing for this my whole life – I haven't spread my wings in so long."

All the details have been confirmed. Yalinxiu put away the documents and extended her hand to Vantes.

“May you soar.”

Vantes did not shake Yalinxiu's hand, but patted Yalinxiu's shoulder gently.

"Wish us well. I'm so sorry... You're just a kid, and you're busy as hell, and so is Loretta. I know you have a companion who's your age.

You are great. I didn’t know anything about you at that time. I feel really ashamed. Everything about Musa, Valeri, and Persila…”

Fantes smiled bitterly.

"I wish Musa wasn't from the Eagle tribe."

Yalinxiu paused, nodded, and then shook his head.

"Musa probably wouldn't think so."

-

Musa had been guarding outside Persila's door.

She seemed to have gotten used to life without her mother, but when it really happened, she found that she still couldn't accept it.

She never associated the words "mother" and "death".

It seemed that in her cognitive world, her mother existed forever. Her mother could hate her, her mother could not talk to her, but her mother could not die.

She suddenly felt terrified. She hadn't felt afraid of anything in years, and all her emotions had been diluted. She vaguely felt life, but had never lived it seriously.

Her life had been on hold since her mother refused to see her. She used her pain to punish her mother, forcing her to talk about it all. She wanted her mother to admit that she still loved her, had always loved her, and that nothing had changed.

She knew her mother loved her, and she was very, very sure that whatever her mother did was forgivable. As long as she could hold her, as long as she could still say, "My little Musa", as long as she could still write down fragments of her life in her diary, nothing would be unforgivable.

Future, dignity, a happy life - without mother, nothing matters.

Because she was Musa, who was raised by her mother with all her efforts, swallowing all the grievances and doing her best.

Before leaving Lanier, she had never worried about the trivialities of life. Her mother accepted everything about her, her peculiarities, her willfulness, and everything about her was lovely in her mother's eyes.

She never thought that she could not become a beast warrior, nor did she ever think that Patriati was insurmountable. She looked at the high hill and said to Persila, "Mom, that mountain cannot block the sun."

Persilla would pat her head and kiss her wings.

"I can't stop you, Musa."

Persilla gave everything for her.

Everything.

Money, time, patience, dignity... and even life.

Even after leaving Rainier, Musa never doubted her mother's love. She never thought her mother would lie to her, call her back to Rainier, and shatter their shared dream.

She didn't understand. But she didn't doubt her mother. She just felt that she came back too late, so her mother couldn't bear the king's torture and had no choice but to call her back.

It was her fault. She neglected her mother and failed to make her feel at ease.

But why can't she feel her mother's love anymore?

She looked at the indifferent Musa and wanted to grab her arm tightly countless times, raise her head and ask her like she did when she was a child.

"Mom, do you love me?"

She would always get a yes.

Persilla would touch her nose or stroke her hair.

"Of course. I love you, Musa, very much, more than anything in this world put together."

Persila never lied to her. That was how Persila loved her.

But mom, why do you suddenly stop loving me? Did I do something wrong?

With this idea in mind, Musa repeatedly used all means to force Persila to see her and talk to her. She stubbornly wanted an answer, but Persila pushed her away again and again.

Persila said, "Musa, I'm disappointed in you." "Is this what you wanted?" "I won't talk to you." "Whatever, you are an adult now, you have to be responsible for yourself."

She can take responsibility for herself.

She stopped throwing tantrums, she wanted to be a good mother, she began to accept the world again, and her life finally started again.

She really wants to have a home of her own.

The house has four rooms and can accommodate her mother, daughter and friends.

She always felt that one day, Persilla would explain, apologize, hug her again and say she loved her.

But that day seems to never come.

Musa waited silently for the final result, her heart beating restlessly and her mind blank.

...Persilla woke up.

The Abersg student interning at the Temple of Medicine looked at her apologetically, his tone sad.

"Teacher Musa, your mother... has only woken up briefly. She seems to be in good condition now, but her condition will soon... deteriorate. Teacher, please be prepared."

What to prepare?

Musa was not prepared. She rushed over to talk to Persila. No matter what misunderstandings or betrayals there were, it didn't matter at the moment. She didn't care. She never cared.

But Persilla didn't see her.

She waited outside until dawn, when it began to grow gloomy again, with a hint of rain and perhaps snow. She could sense the solemn atmosphere and the changes in the outside world, but she didn't care. She didn't want to know, she didn't want to know anything.

"Hey, Musa. What do you need me to do?"

Elliott appeared in her sight.

Musa moved. She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have asked Elliott for something before, but now, it would be useless even if she stole Persila away.

Her mother will soon leave her.

"I'm a pure-blooded succubus. It's easy for me to get Persilla to talk to you. Do you want to talk to your mother?"

Elliott observed her expression.

Musa's expression was blank for a moment, and then she shook her head.

"No thanks, Elliott."

Elliott turned and walked away. He seemed to have something to do, and his steps were hurried.

Musa didn't want to think. Blood began to seep from her body, slowly staining her clothes red. But thankfully, it was autumn, and the clothes she wore were thick enough to prevent the blood from gushing out.

Musa leaned against the door, feeling relieved.

"...Ms. Musa, the master wants to see you."

An eagle opened the door.

Musa remembered that this was her mother's remarried husband.

Musa's voice was hoarse.

"Mom said she wanted to see me?"

The eagle hummed, hesitated for a moment, and spoke in a very soft voice.

"She's not in good condition. His Majesty the King wants you to see her one last time... Miss Musa, Persila... She didn't do this on purpose."

"You didn't take the pills on purpose to hasten your death, or did you not see me on purpose?"

The eagle fell silent.

Musa looked at him coldly, but when she opened the door, her movements were extremely gentle.

She actually began to tremble.

She opened the door and saw her pale and weak mother lying on the bed.

"Mother."

Musa's voice was hoarse.

Persilla turned her head away and didn't look at her.

After a while, Persila's voice rang out, her voice distant and coughing.

"...Just say whatever you want to say. Whatever you want to ask, whatever you want to complain about, if you don't say it now, it will be too late."

Musa had so many things to say at that moment, but the words stuck in her throat like cotton wool, making her breath quicken.

But in the end, she just wanted to ask one question.

At Lanier, the names parents give to their children are very likely to reflect their children's future, so many names have special meanings.

Her name is "Musa".

"...The word 'Musa' has two meanings in Lanier. It means a beautiful and strong female eagle, and a fragile flower that can only be found by such a female eagle and needs to be cared for."

"Mom. Which meaning did you use when you named me?"

Musa stared at Persila. She was prepared not to get an answer.

She knew that her mother might no longer love her, or in other words, this was no longer her mother.

Persilla was loyal to the king, she knew. Her mother was the kind of female eagle who would do her best when she made a choice.

So, the mother and she are now opposites.

But she still wanted to ask.

She always wanted to ask, she wanted to ask all the time -

It was her mother who let her fly away, but when she flew very high, why did her mother suddenly stop being proud of her?

She didn't understand what she had to do to satisfy her mother. She missed her mother so much that even though she became a mother herself, she still clung to her mother's arms.

She just didn't understand where she went wrong and when she started going wrong.

Did it start from the moment it was named?

Was her mother's original expectation for her to be a fragile flower that needed protection?

Persilla said nothing, and didn't even bother to give her a look.

Musa had anticipated this scene, but she still felt sad.

The emotion rushed over her like blood oozing from her body. She didn't cry, she couldn't cry. She was just... she was just disappointed.

Musa looked at Persila blankly, she thought, she would never get the answer in her lifetime.

“…It’s a female eagle.”

Persilla's voice had become unfamiliar.

Persila spoke slowly, without looking at Musa or hesitating.

"It's a strong and beautiful female eagle that can fly over the hills."

Persila stopped talking. She was breathing rapidly. All the doctors rushed over. Musa was outside the eagle group. She stared blankly at Persila's profile, watching her pupils begin to dilate.

She just got her answer.

Among the flock of eagles, Persilla slowly turned her head and looked at her unconsciously.

There was something familiar in those eyes.

Musa suddenly moved.

She pushed aside all the doctors, broke free from the shackles, and picked up Persilla.

Then she changed into her true form and rushed straight towards Patriati Hill.

She was very fast, her wings were large and her feathers were strong. The whistling wind could not stop her, and neither could the eagle chasing her.

Mother has closed her eyes.

Musa saw her mother's last smile as she flew higher and higher, until the Patriati looked like just an insignificant black dot.

Musa spoke.

"Look, Mom, I did it."

no respond.

Musa lowered her head and looked at Persila, whom she held tightly in her hands.

She thought, it turns out that her mother is the same as her.

It has big wings and a huge body.

Fortunately.

Musa thought, fortunately, my mother also crossed the Patriati Mountain.