messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 13 Monsters, or Gifts
At night, the flowers in the garden swayed gently, and the leaves rubbed against each other, making a small sound.

Most of the flowers will wither in winter nights, only a few flowers will still bloom, Hillman's is one of them.

Hillman is a not uncommon flower in the mainland. It is very beautiful, with slender branches and slightly stretched petals, which always attract people's affection.

But at the same time, amazingly, it can flourish in any setting.

Whether it's cliffs, icebergs and snow fields, hot summer and cold.It seems that anywhere and at any time, it will bloom without any worries, showing its beauty to the world.

Perhaps this is the origin of Hillman's name.

At this time, there were a few Hillman flowers in this flower bush, and they stood in this cold night among the branches of other flowers that had long since withered.

This is a not-so-big mansion in the royal palace. After attacking the royal city of Plann, Hillman lived here temporarily.

There is a big difference between Plann's architecture and Reinhardt's architectural style. Reinhardt's architecture is relatively grand and spectacular, while Plann's architecture pays more attention to details.

This can be seen from the fine reliefs on the outer wall of the mansion. The people of Planen have an almost paranoid pursuit in this regard.

The same is true of the interior of the mansion, except for those exquisite tables and chairs, their windows are also very special.

The window extending from the ground is almost as big as a door, and outside the window is a balcony, through which you can see the scenery in the garden.

All the arrangements are dignified and elegant. Hillman doesn't dislike this kind of culture. In fact, she loves all cultures.

Since she was a child, she has always liked to read documents about various countries and regions. In her opinion, cultures are one, and they have an incredible ability to blend.

Hillman was sitting on the table in front of the window, dealing with official duties. During this period of time, there were a lot of official duties, so she had to give up some rest time.

After the fall of the royal city of Plann, the people inevitably rebelled. Some people went on strike, the shops were closed, and there were even no pedestrians on the streets.

In just a few days, this once prosperous royal city became lonely and empty.

It can be said that these were all expected. Hillman did not appear to be in a hurry. She had already prepared for it. At this time, she only needed to introduce a few new bills and provide some management to ease the situation.

And to let this kind of emotion completely calm down later, it can only be spent by time.

It was already late at night, and there were no lights in the room, but the moonlight falling on the room was bright enough.

There was no other light in the mansion, and the moonlight came quietly, through the windows, quietly shining on the exquisite reliefs on the wall, on the wooden floor, on the shadows in the room, and on the books on the table.

There was a cool beauty in the dimly lit room. Hillman held a pen and focused on reviewing the official document. He raised his hand from time to time and gently brushed the hair hanging on the side of his face behind his ear.

When she was about to finish the official duties in her hand, for some reason, she slowly stopped the pen in her hand, raised her head, and looked out the window.

Her eyes were a little empty, out of focus, and not looking at anything.

Maybe it was because she was a little tired and just wanted to be in a daze.

The clock hanging on the wall slowly swings the pendulum, and the time passes slowly.

The moon facing the window brings the stars in the night sky, emitting a light that makes people feel peaceful.

The deserted light cast Hillman's shadow on the floor, and he heard the gentle breeze in the garden and the soft sound of swaying flowers and leaves. Hillman sat alone.

In the whole room, there was only her and her shadow.

She has long been used to this kind of silence, as if she had spent too many nights like this in the heights of the castle, and tonight, it was just as usual.

Her father once told her that this is Wang's loneliness and his burden.

But at this moment, footsteps came from beside her.

"Tread, step, step."

Hillman turned around.

Shi Chu walked slowly, holding a teacup in her hand, still wearing armor, but not wearing a helmet.

With short black hair hanging by his ears, there was no expression on his delicate face. With his head slightly lowered, he handed the teacup to Hillman.

"Your Majesty, please use it."

"Well, thank you very much." Hillman took the teacup, the water in the cup was warm, and there was a faint mist.She took a shallow sip, the warm tea warmed her cold body, she looked at Chu beside her.

"You can actually go to rest earlier."

"I am Your Majesty who does not need to rest." Chu lowered his head and said.

Hillman shook his head helplessly, this apostle was always too stubborn sometimes.

However, she really doesn't want to rest now.

Standing up from the table, Hillman looked at the garden outside the window, and said to Chu beside him.

"Would you mind walking with me?"

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In the garden under the mansion, Hillman walked on the path between the gardens, and Chu walked beside her.

Walking slowly, Hillman looked at the flowers beside the road, and his eyes stayed for a while.

She saw a few swaying flowers among the flowers, and she didn't expect that there would be Hillman flowers growing here.

I still remember that when she was a child, she liked Hillman flowers very much, and there were many plants in the palace, and she would always play among the flowers.

Once, she wove a garland of Hillman flowers and gave it to her father.At that time, she thought that her father would also like it, but unexpectedly, her father took the wreath, threw it on the ground, and scolded her severely.

Her father said to her that a king should not like these weak things.

Hillman still remembered that day when she hid alone in the room and cried. Since then, she has never played in the flowers.

The two walked around among the flowers, and when they were probably a little tired, Hillman sat down on a bench by the garden path.

She asked Chu to sit beside her, because she didn't like sitting alone in a seat where two people were clearly sitting.

The night is quiet, and the evening wind rustles through the flowers, which is intoxicating.

Hillman looked at the flowers, and suddenly asked Chu beside him.

"At the beginning, what you said I did was right or wrong?"

Chu was silent for a long time, did not answer right or wrong, just spoke slowly.

"I don't think His Majesty is wrong."

There has never been anything absolutely right or wrong in this world, just like the good and evil in this world.

The boundary between black and white has never been so obvious. Perhaps only children can distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong.

"Heh." Hillman smiled softly, a little relieved, but also a little lonely, she smiled and looked at Chu.

"I also don't think I'm wrong."

She is the king, so she wants to walk in front of everyone and lead people to a new world.

Even on this road, some people will criticize her, some people will resent her, and some people will betray her, she cannot change the road.

Because she firmly believes that there will be a better world ahead.

On the bench, the evening breeze is cool and the moonlight is cool.

Hillman slightly turned his body and leaned on Chu's shoulder.

Chu subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but Hillman spoke.

"Don't move, just let me lean for a while, this is an order."

Chu Chu had no choice but to sit there stiffly, she was not very used to contacting people like this.

Hillman closed his eyes lightly, as if feeling the rare tranquility.

She has always believed in what she firmly believed in, but even so, she would occasionally feel confused and helpless, and she could not always be the fearless king.

But she never shows these emotions in front of people, because in front of people, she can't show confusion and worry, she must firmly point out the direction.

But Chu is an exception, she doesn't mind Chu seeing her tired look, after all Chu is not human, isn't she?

After a long time, Hillman opened his eyes. His long pale golden hair hung down on the black armor, which was icy cold.

"Chu, do you know? My father only gave me two gifts in his life."

She smiled, lowered her eyes, and said softly.

"One is the throne, and the other is you."

A light gust of wind blew by.

Chu was stunned for a moment, then raised his head in a daze to look at the moonlight in mid-air.

It should be a monster.

Gift···
This was the first time that someone looked at her like this.

(End of this chapter)