Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 440 Please don’t do this again in the future, okay?
“Granny!?”

Leticia, who was squatting on the ground poking the corpse with a dagger, heard a familiar voice behind her. She jumped up with fright. She turned her head, her eyes suddenly shining with surprise and joy: "Is it really you, grandma!?"

The little girl threw herself into Nevi's arms excitedly, hooked her hands around her grandmother's neck, and greedily sucked the mysterious fragrance emanating from her white hair. Only after she was sure that this touch was real and not her imagination did the tight string in her heart suddenly relax. The loneliness and anxiety when she was searching aimlessly in the swamp, the confusion and uneasiness when she sneaked into the Quaker Arc, the impulse and fear when she was forced to avoid vicious enemies and even risked assassinating them... All these feelings disappeared. At this moment, she only felt extremely relieved. She was like a lazy cat, completely relaxed, and docilely nestled in the arms of her dearest, murmuring: "I finally found you, grandma."

Nevile was shocked at first, but soon, the expression on her face changed to one of helplessness and relief. She reached out and held Leticia in her arms, gently stroking the girl's soft and smooth silver short hair, as if stroking a piece of silk woven by moonlight. She whispered: "Well, you found me, Leticia, I knew you could do it. I'm sorry to have made you lonely for so long, it must be painful, right? But it doesn't matter, from now on, we will not be separated again, and no one can separate us, so-"

So please forgive me, Leticia.

She wanted to say that, but before she could say anything, she was interrupted by the girl in her arms. Leticia arched her neck and snorted like a cat, stopping her grandmother from apologizing because she didn't think it was something that needed an apology. Maybe she didn't know what her grandmother wanted to say, but this sensitive and suspicious girl since she was a child also had a cat-like intuition. She could easily guess what people were thinking, their wishes, and every thought that just came to her mind. That was not achieved by analyzing their personality or capturing their expressions, but purely by a premonition.

In this way, she is actually closer to the simplest form of life than anyone else. Another meaning of being sensitive and suspicious is being clear-minded. In her blood-red vertical pupils that are no different from those of a cat, she is born with trust in some people and indifference to others.

Nevile touched her hair lovingly, and the gentle expression on her face showed how much she loved this girl who had no blood relationship with her.

"It turns out that Leticia can also act like a spoiled child." In his mind, Medien watched this scene thoughtfully.

"Of course, every girl will act like a spoiled child." Xie Mi said seriously, "My elder sister once said that a girl's tears, smiles, and expressions when she's acting like a spoiled child are unique treasures in the world, more precious than a dragon's treasure."

Vampires' eyes are usually blood red, which is normal for Leticia. As for Leticia's grandmother's silver eyes... Could it be that she is a genetically mutated individual, or has sealed something strange?

Her imagination ran wild for a moment.

As for where this theory comes from, you don't need to understand it too clearly.

Alice was also sighing, but the direction of her sighing was a little off: "Leticia's grandmother, the legendary immortal witch, is actually such a beautiful and elegant woman. However, she doesn't look like Leticia at all, and why are her eyes silver?"

"No, no!"

After the touching reunion, Nevill put Leticia down from her arms, then turned her head to look at Berlefa, who was still lying in a pool of blood and now had become a stiff corpse. Her thin eyebrows raised up like a sword, and when she looked at her granddaughter again, she showed a direct and oppressive question: "You killed someone, Leticia?"

Leticia's face turned pale. She shook her head frantically and tried to excuse herself with a stuttering tone: "I, I didn't kill anyone, grandma, you have to believe me! He, he, he committed suicide!"

"suicide?"

Nevile looked at the wound on the back of Borrefa's neck and was speechless. "No, that's right, he committed suicide!" Leticia's tone gradually became smoother, and her voice rose. She was actually a little happy, probably because she felt that she had found a very reasonable excuse. She was like a suspect who was eager to clear her name. In order to survive, she would insist on saying anything as a fact, no matter how absurd it was. Besides, the dead would not speak, and Borrefa would not suddenly jump up and accuse her of talking nonsense.

The girl gestured and described the entire incident to her grandmother: "I saw him sneaking at the door of your room, and I knew he was going to do something bad! So I stood up and asked him what he wanted to do. As a result, he suddenly yelled, and then began to scream. I thought, maybe, maybe he had an attack? I was scared by him, so I raised the dagger to warn him not to get close. Who knew, who knew that he suddenly bumped into my dagger, and I didn't have time to dodge, and I saw the dagger pierced his neck! Then, then...he died."

In her description, the current head of the Valenhild family really turned into a funny clown, and his actions, performances, and endings were all full of irony from absurd literature. In fact, as a senior and experienced vampire, he died at the hands of a little girl who was only sixteen years old and less than 1.6 meters tall. This fact was ironic enough to become the most popular joke in the Shikilia Peninsula for a hundred years.

Nevile took another look at the wound on the back of Borrefa's neck and was even more speechless: "Judging from the location of his wound and your height, if he wanted to cause such a dramatic death, he would have to half-crouch, keep his balance while backing up, and hit your dagger at a speed that would be enough to pierce the flesh and cause a fatal wound. Don't you think this action seems a bit too difficult for Borrefa, Leticia?"

"Well, uh, this."

The girl looked at the bloody dagger in her hand, then at the vampire's body lying on the ground. After thinking for a while, she tentatively said, "Maybe he learned acrobatics in the circus?"

"puff!"

Except for Lingge, all the spirits behind him laughed out loud. Fortunately, Leticia's grandmother couldn't hear the noise. She rubbed her brow helplessly, thinking that this child had been separated from her for only more than a month, how could her personality become like this? Where did she learn so many strange reasons? Did she run away to the human world?
"Listen carefully, Leticia."

She put her hands on the girl's shoulders, looked straight into her eyes, and said seriously: "You should know better than anyone how painful it is to take away a person's life, so you should cherish this precious life more than anyone else. Maybe some people in the world are not afraid of death. They are not afraid of their own death and dare to sacrifice their lives to realize a certain wish; they are not afraid of the death of others and can easily take many lives for some trivial things. People like that seem to be very free in the world, but in fact they are the loneliest people, because no one can approach them, and even they themselves are just an insignificant weight on the scale of life. People have their own choices. It is their own business to choose what kind of person they want to be. We have no right to question it, but you are the only one who can't, Leticia, you must never become that kind of person."

The hopeless idiot Berlefa really deserved to die. It didn't matter how he died, no one cared anyway, but he definitely didn't deserve to die at the hands of Leticia. Nevile even regretted not responding to his words immediately, so that she might have had time to kill this guy before Leticia took action, and the girl's pure and innocent hands would not have been stained with sinful blood.

She has always been and must always be isolated from those things, including killing, conspiracy, lonely confusion and painful despair.

"Leticia, you are the person with the most lives in the world, but that is not an innate talent. It must be a gift given to you by someone in the world. Because of this, you should cherish your own life and the lives of others. Although this sentence seems too hypocritical for me to say, I still want to tell you, Leticia." She gently hugged the girl's head, held her in her arms, and whispered in her ear: "You must be a person who protects life, not a person who takes life."

"If you take a life, there's no going back."

"Please promise me that you won't do this again, okay?"

She stroked the girl's hair, her fingertips seemed to tremble slightly, and even her tone was a little panic and pleading. Everyone in her mind stopped talking, and Leticia was silent for a while in the arms that were so familiar in her memory. After a while, she nodded vigorously:

"kindness!"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)