The Weight of Life_3 55: 48.
The Weight of Life_3 “It is truly remarkable, this is the first time I have encountered someone capable of casting magic while their soul is being extracted, it must require enduring tremendous pain, and a strong willpower to achieve…
Fisher, you are no ordinary person.”
He did not continue to attack, it was as if he had taken a simple halftime break, Fisher’s magic had shattered the protective barrier he could only use once, but it seemed that the fall had also caused certain damage to his human body.
Philone looked at the children who were unconsciously climbing towards Fisher and himself, then started to laugh, his voice full of magnetism and faintly beginning to speak,
“Body shells without souls will unconsciously crave souls without ‘Guidance,’ so they approach you , but even if they sense the souls inside us, they can only perform simple tearing and foraging gestures, yet their souls can never return.”
Philone bent down and picked up a child with blood flowing from every orifice, just as he had done countless times before, the child instinctively opened its mouth to bite him, but as the child was still teething, biting on Philone’s metal mask posed no threat at all.
“They are the ‘minority’ sacrificed for the majority, even if for some reason those above will never know their contribution, I will always remember,” Philone said, caressing the child’s hair in his arms, “Bochi…
wanted to be a painter in the future, loved eating steak the most, and hated peas.”
“Rick wanted to be an official in my city one day, to help me deal with a lot of a lot of documents.”
“Theresa wanted to design beautiful clothes for the demi-humans, to make all races of demi-humans have nice clothes to wear.”
As name after name was uttered, the children’s terrifying, unconscious murmurs and growls ebbed and flowed in Philone’s voice that was as serene as a lullaby.
“Even without their souls, I will always accompany them, until they grow old and can no longer move…
Their sacrifice is worthwhile, just like those warriors who Saint Nali commemorates every year, who sacrificed themselves for the benefit of the majority, there is no difference.”
Just as Fisher was about to speak, he found that someone was gnawing at the hem of his pants, he looked down to see a girl with wolf ears unconsciously tearing at his flesh through his trouser leg, her clothes were the same as the last time they met, a dark green dress.
Fisher couldn’t help but lower his head to move her away, only to see her similarly ashen, ice-cold little face constantly oozing blue blood, her eyes lifelessly bulging out, the blue blood that flowed down from the corners of her eyes, whether tears or something else, even once caught by Fisher, she still remained listlessly making biting gestures.
Fisher’s expression remained unchanged until he caught sight of the half-stained, blue-blooded envelope protruding from the pocket of her dress.
On that small envelope, Fisher’s signature flourish was written,
Fisher, can I write to you after you return to Nali?”
Fisher’s expression darkened, he silently held Qi Qi in his arms, and when she began to numbly start tearing at Fisher’s shoulders and neck, Fisher suddenly clasped her neck with both hands, twisting the fragile thread of life to break it.
Her soul had already been taken, only their empty shells remained here.
Fisher stood up again, hand cane in tow, looking at Philone in the distance who also stood up after putting down the child, his facial expression as cold as an ice cave.
“Just go die, bastard.”