Collapse 3: The girl who chased the fire moth

Facing the monastery's doubts, she said frankly.

Her frankness touched the oldest priest in the monastery at that time, and he accepted her.

Time washed away all resentment and sins, and gradually, everyone no longer held prejudice against her, and her children grew up, becoming more handsome and unrestrained.

But she was worried all day long, just because this child, like her, had a bad mind.

"Your son is so good, why do you always beat and scold him?"

asked a nun.

"I don't want him to become a talent, I just want him to be an adult."

With tears streaming down her face, she fell on her knees before the icon begging for forgiveness.

It turns out that she was right.

Soon, her child left her. He didn't want to support her, he just wanted to make a fortune by himself and enjoy the glory and wealth.

He is conceited and hates poverty. His mother never talked about the prosperity of the past, but he learned the truth that his mother concealed through various wild ways.

"Hey, who's in front of me? A degenerate lady of noble birth, a... an indecent woman who conceived before marriage."

He even made a mockery, and then walked away,

"If it weren't for you not to live up to expectations, I should have lived like a young master! But now I'm like a beggar!"

Shameless, selfish, vain.

This child is like his mother as well as his father.

"noble?"

But she was unmoved and did not hold back,

"It's the funniest joke ever."

She is not noble, because that does not refer to the body, but the soul.

……

A few years later, the boy grew into a man, and a few years later, he died unexpectedly.

For ten years, he never came back to visit his mother.

"You are the last one!"

A nun with a loose mouth could not help but say,

"You don't even care about him?"

"I've given him everything I can."

She looked at the gossip woman coldly,

"Ignorant people don't have to pretend to be kind. I'm old, but my eyes are still good. I've seen a lot of wicked people, but you can't even be called a wicked person. You're just a villain."

The nun who inquired was not out of kindness, she was just jealous.

She wanted her status as the head nun, so it would be more convenient to cast her as a cold-blooded person.

It's a pity that the methods are too despicable and childish, and they are all leftovers from her youth.

"You... I just care about him..."

She ignored the justification, and she wasn't particularly sad.

It will be a matter of time before that child will have this day, but if so, why does she want to save it?Even if it was her own child.

……

"Where there is a cause, there is an effect. If you keep him and support him, your sins will be washed away."

Before dying, the old pastor shook her hand and said,

"As for what kind of path he takes, that is his cause and effect. Lisfia, that child, he has a daughter who lives on Twilight Street."

"daughter?"

The head nun, she, the woman who used to be named Lisfia said in surprise.

"When you live to my age, you will understand that there are no absolutely good people and no absolutely wicked people in the world."

The old pastor looked at her as he looked at himself,

"My boy will inherit the monastery, and he's not a nice guy, and neither am I."

"You, you are the best person in the world, how can you be a bad person?"

Lisfia didn't believe it, she held the old pastor's hand as if holding a life-saving straw.

She wondered if the old pastor was not trustworthy, who else in the world could be trusted.

If he is not a saint, then are there any good people in this world?

"I put your child's letter in the box over there."

The old pastor didn't answer her, but looked up at the roof, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Life is never noble, and the world is not beautiful..."

The old man's words were more like curses than last words.

……

Dear Lisphia:

My mother, I was wrong, I really knew it was wrong.

I am vain, I am arrogant, I am greedy for money, and I am immoral.

I'm the worst person in the world, I'm hopelessly rotten.

I deserve everything, the Lord will not forgive my sins, but...

Just like you protected me, the child is innocent.

Life is noble and it should not be trampled upon, especially innocent lives.

I beg you, I beg you, mother.

Only that child, my daughter, your granddaughter.

She couldn't die here with me, I entrusted her to an acquaintance on Twilight Street, but I couldn't go back to my mother.

If this letter is in your hands by chance, please show mercy!

Son was wrong!I was so wrong!

I beg you, please!

Save my child, save Patofelis!

I can die, but she...Pado is still a child!

……

"Master nun, I heard..."

The next day, the nun who was going to supply supplies secretly pulled Lisfia over and whispered,

"Your son died in an accident. I overheard a woman with green hair. She said what it was... "The first collapse", although I couldn't understand it, but I heard her talking to a man named John The tone seems to be some kind of natural disaster."

"...Natural disasters and man-made disasters, what's the difference?"

Lisfia closed her eyes, then patted the nun's shoulder,

"Thank you for telling me, so, on the side of Twilight Street, have you still not found it?"

"The woman who adopted your granddaughter died of illness, and the children in the orphanage scattered and no one knew where they went."

The nun looked apologetic and said,

"I'm very sorry, but we can't stay on Twilight Street for long."

"...This is also fate."

Lisfia didn't criticize her, but hated herself more and more.

"It's all my fault."

She caressed the photo in her hand. It was a baby in the photo. It stands to reason that this kind of photo is useless.

But in the photo, the baby's heterochromatic pupils are very conspicuous.

"A person like me can't teach any decent children, right?"

Eventually she clipped the photo into the book,

"People like me should have died a long time ago, why bother to come out and harm others and ourselves."

She suddenly understood the old pastor's dying words. In fact, the truth of this world is very simple. There is no salvation in it, and there never was.

All prayers are just wishful thinking.

There are no saints in this world, only because others are not saints, so some people become saints.

It's just that simple.

Chapter 1: Cats Don't Die Begging For Mercy

When a person understands the truth, he is often on the verge of death.

What is reason?For a person, the value and meaning of his life is the truth.

People have given their own meaning to life since birth, but they often don't know what meaning they have given until they die.

It is stupid to seek value from others, and it is ridiculous to beg meaning from others.I have always disagreed with most of the teachings, that salvation is not given by the Lord, but given by oneself.

All the Lord has given you is the butcher's knife.

—Excerpt from Nino's "On Religion"

……

Heroes have heroic ways of living, and mortals have mortal ways of living.

I'm not some kind of hero.

I have been very good at sneaking since I was a child. If you want to say honesty and duty, it has nothing to do with me.

I was not born to do serious business. According to the person who adopted me, my own father was also like this, and he never did any serious business in his life.

Harm, business?What is business?

Eat well, dress warmly, and bask in the sun, this is the business.

Is it necessary to think so much?

The person who adopted me died early, and the children who grew up with me also ran away. What if I don’t run away?

People, survival is always the most important thing.

As for me, I just hang out with stray cats. If they can survive, I can.

Flying over eaves and walls, groping, rolling and crawling, stealing chickens and dogs, I learned a lot.

Canned cats are also eaten, and some are canned fish. At worst, I will be a cat for a few years.

Hey, as expected, eating and eating with stray cats can be regarded as learning their unique skills.

In this twilight street, as long as you are brave, you will definitely not die of hunger!

Sometimes I panic when I have nothing to do, and I go to the only "school" on Twilight Street to listen to the "teacher" tell stories.

Those stories are horrible!

And it's really boring to turn over and over to just those few.

But what I like most is their warehouse. Sometimes I can't find anything to eat, so I sneak in to eat cabbage.

But I always feel that the fierce man seems to have noticed me, but he pretends not to see it every time.

I don't understand, I don't understand.

But then I found out that this place doesn't seem to be a school, but a nursing home.