The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick-Chapter 391: Yet Snow, Drifting Into Eyes
Unfamiliar words escaped her lips as Aurelianne stood frozen in this graveyard.
She covered her mouth in surprise, her pupils slowly contracting as she stared straight ahead.
The old man's body seemed to shrink in the rain, becoming increasingly hunched.
It was as if he had aged decades in a single breath, unnaturally strange.
When his body finally stopped bending downward, Aurelianne looked at the old man before her and felt a sense of recognition wash over her.
It was her grandfather.
Festan Balo.
The ghostly green flames were penetrated by the downpour, cold rainwater beating against her body.
Even in her undead state, she could feel a bone-deep chill.
A cool breeze swept through, always stirring up a cold wind around this graveyard.
Her body trembled, goosebumps covering her skin despite knowing she couldn't be seen in her undead form.
Suddenly, the pouring rain stopped falling upon her.
Aurelianne looked up to see the dense tombstones still being battered by the downpour, splashing chaotic water droplets all around.
At the edge of her vision appeared the Grand Duke's figure.
He stood beside her, holding an umbrella, shielding her from the wind and rain.
His cloudy gaze also looked toward their destination.
"That is my daughter, Sheila, your mother."
"I know you came here for her."
Aurelianne remained silent.
Indeed, she had come to Kanter Kingdom to visit her deceased mother.
But her grandfather hadn't directly given her this opportunity before.
Aurelianne didn't even know where her mother's body had been buried after it was sent back to the kingdom.
And now, she finally understood.
Why she had never found her mother's grave.
It was because her mother's grave was here, within this mansion.
Preserved in this empty domain of the dead.
And now, she stood here like a spectator watching everything unfold.
Witnessing the love between her mother and her father the emperor, and their painful separation.
However, the most suffering person was right beside her.
The scene before her continued to play out, with Grand Duke Balo standing before the tombstone, allowing the downpour to drench him completely.
It was Grand Duke Balo as a father, personally laying his daughter's body to rest.
No one but him knew what kind of pain he endured at that time.
The real Grand Duke Balo beside her spoke slowly:
"After her death, I used necromancy to summon Sheila's spirit, wanting to hear her final wishes."
"The sentence you just heard was what she wanted to tell me at the end."
Don't blame him.
Sheila had hoped to use her dying wish to dispel the hatred in Grand Duke Balo's heart.
The kingdom and the empire had already fought once before.
She didn't want the two countries to go to war again because of her.
"I promised her," the Grand Duke's voice continued to resonate in her ears.
Aurelianne's heart, like shattered crystal, trembled slightly.
A casually mentioned promise concealed unimaginable pain behind it.
She couldn't begin to imagine it.
At this moment, the Grand Duke representing her father disappeared from in front of the tombstone.
"Go see her," the Grand Duke's voice sounded like a gentle breeze.
So Aurelianne dragged her heavy body forward slowly.
Standing before the tombstone, she carefully examined the stone marker erected where her mother was buried.
Her mother's name was carved on it.
Sheila Balo.
Aurelianne reached out to touch the cold tombstone.
Beneath the tombstone, buried in the soil, was her relative, her birth mother, the person who brought her into this world.
At this moment, she felt a bone-deep loneliness.
In her undead state, she seemed to experience the desolation of death itself.
Then, a deeper thought surfaced in her mind.
The desire in her heart rushed toward her brain all at once.
Like a flood surging between rock walls after a landslide, filling her heart completely.
She clearly knew that her mother had long been laid to rest here and should not be disturbed.
She also knew that her mother's body beneath the tombstone had already decayed, perhaps even the dry bones had dissipated.
But she possessed necromancy, the power that transcended life and death.
At this moment, she deeply yearned to resurrect her mother, to hear about her passing with her own ears.
"The dead are destined not to return."
As if the track of her mind was blurred by the depth of a canyon, the madness about to erupt was pulled back by the Grand Duke's echoing words.
Aurelianne jerked her head up, as if awakening from a dream.
Just now, she had almost stepped into madness, straying into the wrong path of necromancy.
Like those necromancers buried in the depths of Guanta Prison.
Mad and blasphemous.
But she couldn't imagine.
If even she, a daughter who had never met her mother, had such intense thoughts...
Then as a father, Grand Duke Balo must have felt his heart shatter when looking at his daughter's grave, his desperation beyond measure.
He was the most legendary necromancer in this world.
He had even admitted it himself.
Necromancy was magic that could resurrect the dead.
But even so.
He still suppressed that raging despair.
All for the bottom line in his heart, the determination never to blaspheme the boundary between life and death.
Aurelianne stood silently, gazing at the tombstone being washed by the heavy rain, complex emotions displayed across her brow.
Grief and contemplation intertwined, like a gentle stream flowing through her heart.
She had never seen her birth mother, not even knowing what her mother's eyes looked like.
Never having received maternal love made this connection feel so distant to her.
But she knew.
Buried beneath this desolate place was one of the two closest relatives in her life.
Aurelianne raised her head and took a deep breath.
Looking at Grand Duke Balo, as if gathering courage, she asked:
"May I give her a gift?"
The Grand Duke didn't say much, just nodded silently, permitting her action.
So Aurelianne took out a small gift box from her pocket.
She crouched down and removed the item from the box.
It was a small crystal ball.
Inside the crystal ball, a small red brick house was covered with thick white snow.
Several small but lush evergreen trees stood around it, their branches bent by the weight of snow.
Snowflakes danced in the crystal ball, reflecting a peaceful winter day.
The Grand Duke looked at it, his cloudy eyes opening slightly wider.
Perhaps this was also a novel curiosity he had never seen before.
Aurelianne gently turned the winding key at the back of the crystal ball.
The next moment, snow began to fall gently inside the crystal ball, and the base of the crystal ball emitted a soft light.
Along with music like a music box, it began to tick gently.
Aurelianne stood up again and turned to explain to Grand Duke Balo:
"This is a birthday gift that Teacher Viktor had custom-made for me from a dwarf councilor."
The crystal ball was striking in the light, and incredibly precious.
Although its value couldn't be measured in numbers.
For Aurelianne, it was very dear to her.
Because for her, it contained a heart-warming meaning.
The next second, gentle starlight radiated from the crystal ball.
Like a blooming flower of colorful light, it engulfed the surrounding space.
The green mist in the space was penetrated by countless tiny lights, merging into the boundless void in all directions.
The sky immersed in starlight was like a slightly trembling lake, the light gently swaying as light white flakes fell, covering the sky like a vast expanse.
The tombstone before her also became illusory, and a huge red shadow appeared and disappeared in the center of the space.
Soon, a warm house made of red bricks covered with white snow appeared out of thin air in the vast graveyard, replacing those cold stone markers.
Several evergreen trees bent under heavy snow also grew out of nowhere around it.
Each snowflake that fell on her palm carried a unique warmth.
In an instant, the rain in the sky stopped, leaving only warm, embracing snowflakes flying everywhere, completely and gently enveloping this space.
Aurelianne raised her head, looking at the sky, a trace of reluctance passing through her eyes.
Closing her eyes, she carefully felt the spots of warmth falling on her face:
"For me, this is the best gift."
...
The sky was still filled with warm white snow falling, and a red brick house stood in the center.
But only Grand Duke Balo stood in front of the house.
Warm white snow covered Grand Duke Balo's entire body, giving only a gentle warmth without any cold.
Near this domain of the dead, light and ethereal music played second by second.
"Ding... ding... ding..."
Grand Duke Balo looked at the small crystal ball placed on the windowsill of the house, closing his eyes, as if listening to this delicate music.
Aurelianne had already left, but she had left a gift here.
It was a gift she gave to her mother.
Grand Duke Balo raised his head, feeling the warmth falling on his face:
"You gave birth to a wonderful child."
"She is very much like you."
The sound of wind rose in this warm domain of the dead, and the white snow gently floating in the sky swirled softly because of it.
As if responding to the Grand Duke's words.
The Grand Duke seemed to hear something and asked:
"Do you want to see her one last time?"
He took a deep breath and remained silent for a long time.
As if making a difficult choice.
Finally, he opened his cloudy eyes, looked at the house in front of him, and gently pressed down his cane. The next moment, a ghostly shadow flew out from the house.
The white snow gently drifting in the sky fell on this ghost's formless body, revealing the silhouette of a woman.
But her face couldn't be seen clearly.
She circled around Grand Duke Balo's body a few times, and finally gave him a cold embrace.
Soon, the ghost drifted toward the sky until it left this domain of the dead.
Left this tombstone, left the falling goose feather snow.
At this moment, the Grand Duke completely closed his eyes.
He stood in the wind and snow,
His hunched body seemed to have shed many burdens, slowly straightening.
Allowing himself to merge into the swirling white flakes, he exhaled a heavy breath.
She had been waiting here for a full sixteen years. On this day when Aurelianne arrived, her sixteen years of obsession were finally released.
The snow continued to drift, and the branches of the evergreen trees were bent even more.
Yet snow, drifting into eyes.
Blurring, no longer able to see a moment of peace.
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Chapter 391: Yet Snow, Drifting Into Eyes
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