Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 887 Is the future difficult to predict?

Chapter 887 Is the future difficult to predict?
On the outskirts of the Chardouri Manor, in a hidden corner close to the Loser Mountains, there is a small cemetery. It is surrounded by dense and towering cypress trees and few people set foot here, so the environment is particularly quiet. Along the way, you can only hear the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the treetops and the occasional crisp bird calls, echoing in the quiet and empty forest.

Xino's parents are buried here.

Since her grandfather became seriously ill and the manor dismissed the servants, the girl had not been to this cemetery for a long time, about half a year. Every morning when she cleaned the manor, she deliberately avoided this place for some complicated reasons. Therefore, the paved path that had not been taken care of for a long time was full of dead leaves, like a colorful blanket, extending to the end of the road. In the gaps between the branches and leaves, the iron gate of the cemetery could be vaguely seen, which had long been rusted and had become a vicissitudes of life.

The lock on the door was just a decoration. In fact, it could be easily torn off with a little force. However, Xino still took out the key and fumbled on the rusty door lock for a while before finally finding the hole. He opened the lock with a click and gently pushed the door open. He looked serious, as if he was performing some important ceremony.

After entering the cemetery, rows of gray-white tombstones come into view, arranged on the left and right sides. On the left are the tombs of the descendants of the Gustaf family since the White Knight Hiberton, and most of the family members before the White Knight Hiberton are buried in the aristocratic cemetery on the outskirts of Sumya, including the glorious pioneer ancestor Baron Vince; on the right are the tombs of loyal servants, retainers or followers who are loyal to the Gustaf family, such as Weber, the old butler of the Shadoly Manor. If he does not object, he will also be buried here after his death.

Compared with other noble families with a long history, the Gustave family has never been a prosperous family, so the size of this cemetery is also limited. Walking along the path that crosses the center of the cemetery for five minutes, you can reach the end. There, the newly erected stone tablet stands silently, and in the bleak and dead gray, it reveals a sense of indifference. On it, their epitaph is engraved in heavy and solemn fonts:

"Dear Mr. Leonard Jean Gustaf and the respectable Ms. Misty Ann, even though there have been misunderstandings, their love will last until death."

Until death?
The good old days are often only sad.

Xinuo smiled silently, half squatted down, placed the white bouquet in her hand in front of the grave, and said softly: "Father, Mother, I am here to see you."

"Actually, I should have come to visit you a long time ago, but I was too busy before and didn't have the time. I hope you can understand."

"Sounds like an excuse, right?" Xino chuckled again when he said this: "The cemetery is not far from the Shadoli Manor. No matter how busy I am, as long as I am willing, I can always find time to visit you. So, I haven't come before, maybe not because I'm busy, but because I'm a little scared. But what exactly I'm afraid of, I don't know myself. Every time I want to talk to you, there is a feeling that makes me stop abruptly. That's my personal reason, and it has nothing to do with others."

"Looking back, it seems that I have always been like this, so optimistic and strong in the eyes of others, deeply trusted and relied upon by my friends, but only I know how weak I am, and I dare not expose or admit it."

As she spoke, she gave up the weight of her body and slowly leaned against the tombstone, just like when she took a nap under the white fruit tree in the manor when she was a child. She raised her head and looked among the criss-crossing branches, searching for a small piece of blue sky. Her tone was neither slow nor hurried, and she imagined that she was chatting with her parents who had not seen her for a long time, talking about family matters, dreams, the past and the future. "A lot of things have happened recently, and they are all surprising. The travelers who came from the sky told me the secrets about the Saint and the Witch Society. They also said that I am the Girl King, an incredible existence since the Goddess created the world, and I have the mission to save the world. It sounds funny, right? Your daughter is such a powerful person, and she obviously doesn't even have the courage and faith to fight."

"Oh, by the way, father." Xino suddenly remembered something: "There was a young man named Lingge among those travelers. He once asked me about you and asked me if I respected my father very much. I thought I should answer yes, but I didn't say that. Instead, I told him--"

The girl pursed her lips, her eyes complicated: "I used to hate you very much."

This was not a lie, because she had always believed this - at least, until the news of her father's death came, the girl had always believed this and firmly believed that it was not her fault, but the fault of that irresponsible father.

"Who told you to go to the East Continent to join the war without telling us?" The girl slowly curled up her knees, hugged her legs, and leaned against the cold tombstone like a child leaning against her parents, whispering softly: "Since I was a child, you taught me to be a kind and upright person, not to let down the blood of the white thorn flower flowing in my body, and not to let the glorious ancestors of all generations be ashamed because of me. But you secretly participated in a war that had no justice at all, and did not set a good example for your children. From this point of view, you are not a qualified father."

"What I can't forgive is that when my mother needed you the most, you were not by her side. From this point of view, you don't seem to be a qualified husband. However, even though you are like this, you are still the person my mother loves deeply. She often tells me not to blame your father, because he has his own difficulties. As a family, we should be considerate of each other. But if I understand you, who will understand a girl without a father to take care of her and a wife without a husband to accompany her? So I should say that I not only hate you, but I also resented you for a time. I resented your indifference and selfishness, resented you for killing my mother, and resented that even to this extent, you are still the person that my silly mother can't let go of the most, even more than her daughter... I think this kind of resentment can perhaps be described as jealousy?"

At this point, Xinuo smiled self-deprecatingly. Yes, she was jealous. She was jealous that the man had done so many wrong things, but he was still forgiven by everyone. He was still the child that his grandfather worried about the most, the husband that his mother trusted the most, and even the father that she, a daughter who wanted to resent him, relied on the most... Why? Was it that just because he had the identities of a son, husband, and father, all the things he did were naturally forgiven?
Obviously, he had let so many people down.

Memories unconsciously flooded into the girl's mind. She leaned against the tombstone and slowly closed her eyes, letting them drown her.

In those past scenes, familiar memories, and the unforeseeable future...

 Give me some meow
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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