We can only look back on history and create history. As for the ugliness we have left behind in history, we can only accept it in full. "

"Mika-san, I am indeed an imperfect person, and I am not even close to being a normal 'good person'."

"But, Weihua, everyone has imperfect rights, even you, even me."

Mika Sazono felt a sour force running through her brain, and her eyes hurt.

It turns out that my old friend has also been distressed and confused, reflecting on his past actions and trying to change himself in a better direction.

But she actually concluded that a 'better direction' might not exist at all.

They are destined to fight one unbearable battle after another and then turn this unbearableness into history, leaving it to future generations as a source of conversation and jokes.

Since history is destined not to be perfect and the cup is destined to be half empty, whether it is a frown or a calm face, it will not have any impact on the outcome.

The holy garden is not yet blooming, just continue to be the holy garden is not yet blooming, that’s all.

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She gently looked back at Kirito Nagisa, her unique childhood sweetheart, tired and exhausted, but with unwavering eyes.

The world is small.

Your strongest supporters are often by your side.

"Thank you for talking to me today. I'm much better."

Shengzono Weihua stood up and put the chair back to its original position:

"It's time for me to do what I don't want to do, Nagisa."

"Go."

Kirito Nagisa picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp. He looked at his friends who were drifting away, with distress in his eyes:

"May God bless your soul, Mihana-san."

Chapter 046: Day 055·Trinity College①

Along the street is a dilapidated and lonely scene.

Due to the wartime martial law, there are no municipal engineering robots to clean this section of the road. There are a lot of dead branches and leaves piled on the ground. If you step on it, half of your calf will sink into it.

In late autumn, when all the birds and animals are gone, the silence in this deep tree-lined avenue is so heart-stopping.

The lonely figure of Shengyuan Weihua walked through it, the shadows of fallen trees swayed on her face, the cool breeze blew by, and her heart trembled slightly.

It's not easy to feel alone, let alone enjoy it.

The current chaos in Holy Trinity is not under her control, but it is definitely what she expected.

When the person who rashly started the war changed from the main militant faction to her, she became their spokesperson. No matter whether it was good or bad, they had to hold their noses and admit it.

The only thing the war brought to Holy Trinity was a lack of various supplies.

She needed to clean up this mess, so she had to negotiate with Millennium College, which had been waiting for a long time.

Just like a perfect crime, one link after another, dancing with the law, no one can escape the control of this law.

The Holy Garden has not yet blossomed, and it seems that we can vaguely touch the edge of this 'law'.

But the more she thought about it from her husband's perspective, the more frightened she became.

When the threads of war were moved by her, when she could no longer stand by and watch, but took action herself, stirring up the muddy waters called fate, the feeling of alienation and separation from daily life had begun to erode her thinking.

People are no longer people, but chess pieces, to be manipulated at will.

She is walking alone along the path that her husband walked, along the path that Hina Sorasaki walked.

But the bone-chilling coldness on this lonely road still made her grit her teeth.

"I have to go on."

She forced herself to dispel the distracting thoughts in her mind and took steps to move forward.

The terrain gradually climbs higher.

Shengyuan Weihua walked out of the decaying jungle, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

At the end of the dim woods was a clearing about the size of two golf courses.

What is even more surprising is that there is not a single fallen leaf in this square, and it is still in order in the late autumn.

The green grass covers the black pebbles beside the road, and is fine and velvety, like the most comfortable handmade carpet.

In the center of the square, a clear fountain gushes out from the stone sculptures. The sound of the water is pleasant, and the waves are like crystal snow.

Then it gathered into a clear pool under the statue, and red and white flowers bloomed around it, as if soft satin was dotted around a piece of stunningly beautiful turquoise.

The gauze-like water mist rises thickly, the waves are rugged, and the water waves are looming, just like the most beautiful dream.

After trekking for a long time in the ruined jungle, and suddenly seeing such beautiful scenery, anyone will feel relaxed and want to wash away the dust and sweat all over their body.

Shengyuan Weihua stepped forward gently and pulled out her feet from the dead branches and leaves that were deep into her ankles.

She would also feel a little tired after walking alone for so long.

She gently moved her hair and walked towards the spring.

But before she took two steps, she was stunned.

The scene in front of her made her memories come over like a tide and thunder, knocking her to the spot.

——This is the central square of Kivotos.

That's right, it's the central square where the Peace Statue was unveiled after Mr. wiped out the mercenary group and the black market.

The gleaming golden peace statue was less than twenty steps away from her, emitting a warm light that stung her eyeballs.

On the Peace Statue, the children of Gehenna and the children of Holy Trinity fight side by side and walk hand in hand.

Their eyes are looking in one place, their weapons are pointing in one direction, and the expressions on their faces are full of courage and expectations for the future. No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, they will overcome all difficulties and move forward.

This is Mr.'s ideal.

This is what Mr. Wang has dreamed about.

The children of Kivotos unite, put aside their disputes, hold hands, help each other, and solve the survival difficulties of each academy. No one will be an island, and no one will be left behind.

My husband's vision has now become a dream so far away that it cannot be traced back.

After the war, people were in panic, and not many students would stop in front of this statue.

Since all that is left of the ideal is the shadow of it, why bother to touch the scene?

They stopped looking.

Weihua shook her head and smiled sadly.

She mustered up the courage to take one last look at the statue of peace, which had lost its divinity.

The next moment, her breathing stopped, her pupils suddenly widened, and the anger all over her body burned uncontrollably——

The statue of Peace, which was originally smooth and clean, has been damaged with blood-red spray paint!

There is shocking spray paint everywhere, and even a fountain cannot wash it away. The red scars are like the embodiment of malice, crawling on the statue that once represented Mr. ideals.

In the most eye-catching position of the statue, the blood-red spray paint condensed into a sentence full of anger:

"Peace is a lie."

Chapter 046: Day 055·Trinity College②

Shengzono Mihua clenched her fists.

The words written in blood-red spray paint were like a red-hot iron, burning her eyeballs and making even breathing unbearable.

A cold feeling, as if some kind of cold-blooded reptile was climbing up her body, enveloped her heart.

Her stomach was churning, and the sour and bitter taste from her abdominal cavity filled her mouth. She resisted the cold anger that spewed out, so as not to vomit out all the contents of her stomach.

In this square that was so silent that it made you want to scream, Sacred Garden Mika hugged her arms and breathed rapidly, the bloodshot eyes almost bursting.

She didn't want to look, but her spirit and will forced her to look at the blood-red scars on the Peace Statue, and:

"Peace is a lie."

Why do you say that?

Who is this guy who tramples on your heart like this?

(If I catch that guy, she will definitely...)

Anger like a sea of ​​fire surged into Weihua's heart.

But when she clenched her trembling fists and vented her anger at the unknown troublemaker with her eyes as if seeking revenge, her shoulders suddenly dropped.

Losing his soul, his eyes were indifferent, and Leng Che only had a sour taste in his heart.

It is she who is the beginning of the war before the Holy Garden blooms.

No matter what beautiful vision she holds in her heart, whether it is saving her husband or cleaning up the dirty environment in Kivotos, the current mess is, after all, history written by her own hands.

No matter how many words of resentment came out of her mouth, they had lost their meaning, she thought.

"The Holy Garden has not yet blossomed, you can no longer be so sentimental (willful)."

She said silently to herself.

This is bound to happen sooner or later, isn't it?

The gentleman maintains order in Kivotos, and when the order is destroyed, the students who are affected can only attribute their resentment to him immediately.

No matter what violent actions Seion Mika took, the agreement called the "United Forces" was ultimately made by the teacher, the students, and the citizens.

She is not qualified to intervene yet.

She wanted to bear all the sins on herself, but she didn't know that from the beginning, this was not a task that she could solve alone.

“After all, we can’t even share the burden.”

As Sheng Yuan Weihua thought about it, her heart began to hurt again.

Just as she was immersed in the pain caused by this guilt, a burst of noisy and messy footsteps and the sound of dragging objects broke the silence in the square.

"Stop moving around and be honest!"

"You destroyed the Peace Statue in public, do you think you can walk out of the square unscathed!?"

The roars of Holy Trinity students stung the eardrums of the Holy Garden.

Looks like the saboteur was caught, she thought.

But why didn't she feel any relief in her heart?

On the contrary, the pain in my heart became more torn?

She didn't know what expression she should use to face the saboteur, but she was certain that the hatred in her heart for the saboteur at this moment was far less than the disgust she felt for herself.

She understood that if she confronted the saboteur now, she would definitely lose miserably.

My mind became a mess.

I want to run away, I want to sneak away, I don't want anyone to find me here,

Not wanting anyone to see it, he actually returned to the Peace Statue, remembering the past.

But things always don't go as planned.

"Ah, it's the chief of the Holy Garden!"

The group of Holy Trinity students who caught the saboteur still discovered that the Holy Garden had not been spent.

Most likely, he wanted to take credit from her.

Shengzono Mihua turned around blankly and forced a forced smile as if reflexively.

Two Holy Trinity students, wearing pure white uniforms decorated with gilt trim and dark green cuffs, carried weapons on their shoulders and escorted the 'saboteur' to Shengyuan Weihua with serious faces.

The 'saboteur' didn't struggle either.

She just stared at the two Holy Trinity students holding her shoulders down and the sacred garden in front of her with an indifferent look.

The blood-red spray paint can in her hand has not dried up yet, and there is still a pungent smell in the air.

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