Chapter 49 The sound of the waves is too beautiful! tushumi.cc

"Huff—"

"Lord?"

In the mist, Connor stumbled around like a headless fly, while Rachel behind him remained calm, touching the dagger at her waist with an unfriendly look in her eyes.

She remembered what her mother had told her: "To be a good person, you must be ruthless. A ruthless person can gain the upper hand regardless of strength or weakness."

Besides, she didn't believe Connor would let go of his hatred and kill him before he gained power!

Thinking of this, she slowly drew her dagger and stabbed it toward his back, but Connor turned around and grabbed her.

"What are you doing!?"

"What are you doing?" Rachel laughed maniacally. "Your cowardice is driving me mad! Wailing away, you weakling!"

"You're crazy!" Connor struggled with all his might, but Rachel's strength was surprisingly great.

Before long, he was pinned down by the other party. Rachel suddenly emitted a pungent odor, and Connor immediately felt powerless!

“Fanqi…” Connor finally understood why Fanqi looked so desperate when he looked at him at the end.

Rachel is not human! Definitely not purebred!

"Roar!" Suddenly, a roar came from the mist.

Then the earth trembled, and Rachel's strength gradually diminished. Her gaze was fixed on the mist beside her.

Behind the mist, a dark shadow gradually grew larger, until finally a gigantic creature slammed into her, sending both crashing into another layer of mist. There was no sound, no sight...

Connor recognized the creature... a will-o'-the-wisp bear.

It was entirely black, with eyes that gleamed like flames, and was about four people tall!

That's terrifying...

"Cough cough!" Connor patted the dust off his clothes, feeling a sharp pain in his wrist.

She was incredibly strong; if the stalemate had continued, my hand would have been torn off without a doubt!

Thankfully, Will-o'-the-Wisp Bear came to the rescue? No! How can you say that?

“Alright, my priority is to reunite with my lord.” Connor dragged himself back the way he came.

"Uh... Am I standing on land?" For the first time, Connor distrusted his own senses.

He couldn't remember what the road he came from looked like; he even felt like he was walking at an angle!

That's absurd!

The question now is not whether he can find his lord, but how he should walk properly.

"Is there light?" He suddenly noticed a blue light flickering behind the mist, and now this eerie light became his last hope.

So he began to crawl toward that spot, writhing and roaring...

Until...

"Thump—glug!" Connor suddenly woke up.

His hair was wet, and he stared at the lake in shock.

The lake was still shrouded in mist, and he... seemed to have briefly escaped the mist.

“There’s a lake here, ha…” Connor said with a wry smile.

He didn't remember how he had managed to climb to this point in such a predicament; he only knew that this lake had saved him.

“Ding-a-ling~——” In the center of the lake, a woman dressed in gorgeous attire plays the strings of her harp with her eyes closed.

Her beautiful figure was reflected in the lake, and her skirt seemed to connect with the water.

She stood on the giant rock in the middle of the lake, like a bird trapped in a cage.

"Warrior, is it the wind that brings your message from afar?" the woman asked softly as she played a gentle melody.

"Or is it for the sake of justice in one's heart?"

"Where did you originate, and where will you be buried?"

Connor clutched his chest, wanting to answer, but found that the other person seemed to be simply asking questions in sync with the melody.

She lazily stroked her long blue hair, which shone in the moonlight.

“If fate had not led us to meet at this time and place, why not see through your own evil deeds?” The woman pointed to the lake.

"If you are not sincere, even a divine artifact will turn its back on you."

Connor knelt on the ground, his face reflected in the lake, but it was a reflection of himself as a child.

He saw the white cat break a plate in the kitchen, but he lied to his mother and said he did it, so the family deducted his mother's salary.

"Hmm?" The woman's playing seemed to carry a hint of hesitation.

As the lake trembled, Connor saw his younger self.

He saw himself fighting thugs to protect a girl, but it was also during that time that he was ostracized by the townspeople and forced to leave his hometown.

My mother also couldn't find a job because of that incident...

He was utterly useless, but fortunately, the royal army was recruiting... and he became a cold-blooded soldier.

"..." The woman frowned, and the melody she was playing seemed to pause for a moment.

The lake rippled again, and Connor, fully armed, stepped onto the battlefield at Bogp's call.

The battlefield is ever-changing, and his troops captured a group of surrendered enemy soldiers who had once been his fellow countrymen.

The order in the army was to kill all prisoners.

However, seeing that some of these people were his fellow countrymen who had helped him and his mother, Connor disobeyed orders and sent them to escape in a certain direction.

He didn't know if those people had survived, but he himself almost faced execution for violating military orders.

If I hadn't joined the assault battalion and made the first contribution, I probably would have died in prison.

"Have you done anything else wrong?" The woman stopped playing and stared at Connor intently.

"Perhaps you still harbor anger towards those in power, towards the strong?"

Connor calmly shook his head, stood up, and bowed to the beautiful woman before him.

Tears streamed down the woman's face...

Tiran said that he was a sinful man, both in the past and in the future, so he gave her up and lost his chance to reverse his future.

He was unwilling to be betrayed by the sword and preferred to face his fate head-on, so she continued to wait here for the next... person with a sincere heart.

"I acknowledge your past and future, just as you are calm right now. Those who dare to face the future will not stop at the present."

The woman stood up, and with a flick of her finger, a drop of water condensed and transformed into a long, glassy sword!

The longsword was completely transparent, emitting a faint blue light, and every inch of it exuded a chilling aura. It was magnificent, exquisite, and extremely beautiful!

"Still as a work of art, moving like a cold vessel, a divine artifact... the sound of waves."

"Take it, warrior!"

Connor stared at the glass sword before him, then glanced at the woman in the center of the lake.

Finally, he bowed once more: "Madam, I did not come here for that."

"Rolina, you can call me that." Rolina's voice was as melodious as a bell.

"Warrior, are you sure you don't need it?"

"With this divine artifact, you possess the power to lead your family to prosperity!"

Connor smiled and shook his head, saying, "I already have a master to serve all my life."

"The Connor of the past is buried in the annals of history; now there is only one lord's most loyal weapon."

Jolina tilted her head and chuckled softly, "The vow has been made!"