I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

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But when he was fifteen, an accident shattered this false peace.

Sanita was assigned a task by Chris to eliminate a traitor within the sect.

This would be the first time she would kill someone with her own hands, and in an extremely bloody way.

Sanita resisted inwardly, but she knew what rejection meant.

There are no good people in the Chaos Cult, and everyone carries varying degrees of sin.

All along, she has been using the excuse of "I was forced" to numb herself, and using the fact that her hands were not stained with blood to prove that she is still a good person.

But when Sanita actually stood in front of the traitor, looked at his terrified eyes, felt the touch of the dagger piercing his flesh, and listened to his painful wails, her inner defenses completely collapsed.

After completing the mission, she did not return to the cult's base, but walked aimlessly on the streets of the city.

The rain washed her face and also washed away the bloodstains on her hands that seemed to never be washed away.

She is no longer an innocent princess, nor a girl forced to accept her fate. She has become a murderer, a real "evil person".

"It's better to die than to continue like this."

She couldn't accept herself as being so dirty and evil. In her parents' eyes, she was already a dead person.

I don’t know when the shackles of fate will be lifted, and it seems that there is no point in continuing to live.

Now, she needs to find a quiet place and end her life quietly.

"Why are you crying?"

A crisp voice interrupted her thoughts.

Sanita turned around and saw a little boy about six years old standing behind her.

He was an exceptionally handsome child, with thick, inky black hair and a pair of bright golden eyes. He was the most handsome little boy Sanita had ever seen in her life.

He was holding a small umbrella and had a confused expression on his face.

"Nothing, I just want to cry."

Sanita wiped her tears with the back of her hand and forced a smile:

"Little boy, it's raining, so go home quickly. It's not safe to be outside alone."

"..."

The boy tilted his head, seeming to think carefully about her words.

Then, he suddenly reached out and took Sanita's finger:

"My name is Lucius, Lucius Turaianus Clovis."

He introduced himself, his voice filled with a confidence that didn't match his age:

"There's nothing I can't handle in the East. If you'd like, you can tell me your troubles and I'll help you solve them."

"No matter what, please don't give up hope."

It turned out that the boy had keenly sensed Sanita's determination to die.

Lucius Turaianus Clovis.

Hearing this name, Sanita suddenly remembered that the emperor was going to hold an international exposition in Splanda, and the guardians of the four borders would go to attend this event.

Before setting off, the Grand Council would conduct a routine inspection of the situation under its jurisdiction so that it could report to the emperor.

The boy in front of me should have come here with his father.

"How did you know I wanted to..."

Sanita was amazed at the child's sharpness.

"Your eyes told me."

The boy pretended to be mature and mature:

"They look so beautiful, yet so desperate. Such beautiful eyes should not disappear from the world like this."

"Puchi-"

The greasy tone of a love veteran and the boy's childish face formed a strong contrast. Sanita couldn't help laughing:

"Children should not learn to speak like adults."

"Go back, little friend, and leave me alone."

"I've made a big mistake and there's no turning back. For someone like me, there's no point in living any longer."

As she spoke, Sanita's mood dropped again.

"Don't say things like it's meaningless!"

The boy scolded Sanita loudly, and the palm of his hand holding her fingers also tightened a bit, making Sanita feel obvious pain:

"If you make a mistake, fix it. Suffering over it is just a waste of yourself."

"Death is only an escape, it brings no relief."

“To be alive is a great thing.”

"But...I really can't find the meaning of living anymore."

Sanita whispered.

"Well, you're such a troublesome person."

"After all, you want a reason to live, right?"

The boy frowned and thought for a while, then spoke seriously:

"I read those drama scripts and they're all just trying to kill themselves for 'love'. Why don't you find something to love too?"

“Love a person, love a thing, love an idea, anything is fine.”

"To love?"

Sanita repeated this word which was already a little unfamiliar to her.

In the days of the Chaos Cult, love was the scarcest thing.

"Yes."

The boy nodded and said:

"If it gives you the confidence to live, then it's okay for you to love me."

This sentence should have been a child's innocent joke, but it stirred wonderful ripples in Sanita's heart.

She looked at the little boy in front of her in surprise, not understanding why these simple words had such a strong impact on her.

Could it be that... I am actually an alchemist?

"what are you talking about?"

Sanita smiled helplessly:

"You're just a child."

"It is."

Lucius puffed out his chest proudly and said seriously:

“But I’ll grow up.”

"Besides, love knows no age. My mother is almost three thousand years old, and I, Lao Deng, am not even a hundred years old."

Sanita felt a warm feeling well up in her heart.

For the first time in so many years, she felt a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of light.

"Okay, kid, I'll try to survive."

She sighed and said softly:

"I'm planning to find a hobby for myself first. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Hobby?"

Lucius was stunned for a moment, his eyes looking up and down at Sanita, and his focus lingered on her chest.

Fifteen-year-old girls are in the growth stage, and Sanita has already begun to take shape.

"Why don't you learn to dance?"

"I like girls who can dance, and you are so beautiful, you must dance beautifully."

After saying this, Lucius swallowed his saliva.

"..."

What a little jerk.

Sanita noticed Lucius's gaze, but she didn't feel angry.

"Dancing?"

She murmured, "I'll try."

Just like that, a casual remark from a six-year-old boy became the starting point of Sanita's new life.

After parting with Lucius, she began to learn dance.

Chris did not object to this and even hired the best dance teacher for her.

Sanita does have an extraordinary talent in dancing, as if her body has naturally memorized those graceful dance steps.

Whenever Sanita dances, she thinks of the boy standing in the rain.

She began to believe that perhaps the arrangements of the Lord of Fate were not all cruel, but also had a beautiful side.

Chris took her away from the imperial capital and made her Sanita, perhaps just to let her meet Lucius at the destined moment.

Now, Sanita's mission is complete.

It's time for Octavia Basilius, who has been sleeping for eighteen years, to wake up again and walk side by side with her destined person in her true identity.

The memory ended, and Octavia looked forward and took a deep breath.

Those who go can not be remonstrated, and those who come can still be chased.

Lucius is still waiting for me to wake up, and I must respond to his expectations.

Octavia smiled and took a step forward with a renewed attitude.

A warm embrace, the rich scent of Lucius...

Octavia slowly opened her eyes and saw the sky and her lover at a glance.

"..."

Lucius' lips moved slightly, and she said the first words after waking up:

"Uh...sister-in-law?"

Octavia: ???

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PS: The foreshadowing of the year 5496 was actually mentioned in Chapter 18 and Chapter 46.