I just covet their strength

Chapter 10 It’s really nothing

"Mr. Westhead?"

Lesia said in a hoarse voice: "Am I still dreaming?"

Westhead closed the book in his hand and stood up:

"It is indeed a pleasure to be able to sleep all the time, but unfortunately, you are already awake, Your Highness Lesia."

"If this is not a dream, why are you here?"

Lesia's mind couldn't handle it anymore, and the dreamy scene in front of her made her confused.

"Because I'm here to keep an appointment. Although according to etiquette I shouldn't have come so soon, I really can't wait any longer. Please forgive me for being rude."

The silver-haired princess continued to stare at Westhead blankly for a long time, and then she let out a soft cry as if she was waking up from a dream.

"Is this not a dream?! Lord Qinghui? I...I..."

Westhead: "Why did you suddenly become pregnant? Just call me by my name like before."

"Good Mr. Westhead."

Lesia responded, turning over and trying to sit up from the bed. Seeing this, Westhead stepped forward to help, but the former lowered his head when the man approached and refused to help.

"It's ugly. I've lost another eye."

Lesia no longer cared about what she looked like, but in front of Westhead, she instinctively didn't want the other party to see her ugly side.

Westhead sighed:

"It's a pity indeed. You have beautiful eyes. Were they taken away by divine punishment?"

The silver-haired princess said sadly:
"This is how the God Ancestor treats me, Mr. Westhead, you know that, right? I am hated and loathed by the gods, you really shouldn't have anything to do with me, this is not good for you and your family."

"So, please go back."

Westhead's arrival was something Lesia had not expected. After being overwhelmed, the silver-haired girl's first thought was still to cut off contact.

It was with great difficulty that she persuaded herself not to think of Westhead any longer, and not to harbor hope, which would only make her weak.

If any Imperial person sees the Divine Punishment in person, no matter how great their good feelings are, they will be overwhelmed by fear and uneasiness. The awe of the Divine Ancestor is the instinctive reaction of the residents of the Kingdom of Order.

"Why do you have to resist me like this? I'm a little sad, Leixia. I really want to be friends with you."

Westhead showed his hands. He didn't react at all to the resistance shown by the silver-haired princess. Although he didn't like the long, long and tortuous strategy process in "The Poem of Destiny", he still couldn't skip the plot because it couldn't be skipped. I was forced to finish tasting them all.

Hurry, hurry, I am now the super strategy king!
Lesia shook her head: "Friends? I don't need friends."

"But I need it!"

However, Westhead turned a deaf ear to it. He leaned in front of Lesia, gently glanced the girl's hair behind her ears, and stroked the scar.

The eyelids were slightly lowered, and the cyan purple eyes cast a soft light.

"Mr. Westhead, don't look at me like that."

Lesia was startled. She didn't expect a man to do such a bold thing. She tried hard to fiddle with her hair to cover the scars. The girl who had endured all kinds of torture but still gritted her teeth and persisted had a faint cry in her voice at this time:

"Very ugly"

"Does it hurt?"

Westhead asked, looking at her quietly.

Lesia shook her head and said: "Don't worry, I can't die, no matter how miserable I am, I can't die."

The silver-haired girl didn't even know how many parts of her body were left. The power of the [Holy Tree of Glory] ensured that no matter how badly she was injured, her life would not be in danger. Her consciousness was always so clear that she would not miss any trace of pain.

Westhead was not satisfied with Leshia's irrelevant answer and repeated, "So, does it hurt?" "It hurts a lot. It hurts so much that I want to die."

Lesia was silent for a while before answering in an extremely low voice.

Under Westhead's words, her hard-built shell was like a sandcastle under the waves, unable to break up at all, and her vulnerability was easily revealed:
"The blood seemed to be drained out drop by drop, the muscles and skin were torn apart, and the internal organs were blown up and then shriveled up, as if they were roasted by fire or scraped by a knife."

The young man with black hair and purple eyes listened to the silver-haired princess talking about the nightmare, and naturally embraced the latter in his arms.

At the same time, I murmured in my heart that the worse I am, the stronger I am.

In order to design a complex and tortuous quest line for each character, "Poetry of Destiny" has a background design of the underworld, where everyone has dark secrets and suffers great hatred.

It can only be said that it is ordinary for someone like Ulda to "fight with her family on her back".

And Lesia's experience is even more heavyweight.

Her birth was indeed an accident, the product of a stupid dragon who tried to steal the royal bloodline and a dizzy emperor. The word "mongrel" was not an exaggeration.

But this accident actually caused the bloodlines of the Dragon God and the Tree God to really blend together. Therefore, the [Glory Sacred Tree] was very optimistic about her, and wanted to promote Lecia as his demigod descendant, and become a human being walking in the mortal world. Spokesperson.

[The Holy Tree of Glory] decided to give Lesia the most solemn blessing, thoroughly cleansing and sublimating the girl from the inside out.

All unclean old things must be replaced, and all bones, all blood, and all flesh must pass through the path of "withering and glory."

It must first wither and decay before it can prosper.

But the problem is that [The Most Glory Holy Tree] doesn’t say anything. Whether it’s a gift or a punishment, He does whatever he wants. As for whether mortals understand it or not?

Are you joking? Why should gods care about worldly thoughts!
Even the thoughts of the blessed Lesia are not important. You have to accept the blessing given to you by the ancestor of God. All difficulties during the period must be regarded as tests and trials, and you must be happy with them.

Thunder, rain, and dew are all divine grace.

"[The Holy Tree of Glory] is really nothing."

Westhead said.

The voice was very soft, but it reached Lesia's ears clearly and unmistakably. The girl's remaining pupils widened and she looked up in great surprise.

"Mr. Westhead?! What are you talking about!?"

Westhead sneered and said: "I said [The Holy Tree of Glory] is so arrogant that it tortures you like this."

Seeing the silver-haired princess completely dumbfounded, the man waved his hand:
"Don't make that expression. You're just cursing the Holy Tree. The high and mighty God Ancestor doesn't care about that. He doesn't care about anything. Don't tell me you've never cursed the God Ancestor."

Leixia: “.”

She had scolded the [Glory Sacred Tree] over and over before, and knew that what Westhead said was the truth.

[The Most Brilliant Holy Tree] doesn't care about mortal opinions, whether they are praise or insults.

Leixia shook her head and said, "That's different. I am a sinner despised by God, but you are the tyrant of the empire."

Whether God cares or not is one thing, respect or not is a matter of attitude.

Since the empire has received the blessing and protection of the divine ancestor and prospered, it should also support what the divine ancestor has.

In particular, the imperial nobles are devout believers in the gods. Ordinary people can also become naturalized to other gods, but becoming a noble is automatically regarded as a pledge of loyalty.

"I am the [Branch of Prosperity], a despot outside the empire's traditional aristocratic system. Strictly speaking, I am not a believer in the [Holy Tree of Glory]."

Westhead corrected.

I am an imperial noble ≠ I must believe in the divine ancestor!
Solving questions in a formula is fast.

(End of this chapter)