Chapter 48: You’re right!
In front of Eveum, a dense fog enveloped her view. However, she couldn’t disperse the thick mist no matter how she tried to wave her hands. After the mist dispersed on its own, she stood before a treehouse. She could only watch on the staircase as a tall witch walked away. This wasn’t the grown-up Eveum but a younger version of herself. The departing witch was her foster mother.
“Mom, don’t leave me,” Eveum instinctively shouted.
But the witch didn’t stop at all, distancing herself more and more from Eveum. Eveum hurriedly ran down from the treehouse, attempting to catch up with the witch.
However, no matter how she pursued it, she couldn’t shorten the distance between them. After she fell, the witch’s figure was completely engulfed by the thick fog. She could only watch as the witch disappeared from her sight, unable to hear the footsteps any longer.
Eveum knelt on the ground, sobbing. She tried more than once to stop the witch. But she couldn’t stop her. The witch’s silhouette would inevitably vanish from her view.
The cozy wooden house, accompanying the sorceress’s disappearance instantly turned into ruins. She didn’t know when someone had extinguished the lights inside.
“I can give up anything. Please come back,” she sniffled, her voice filled with a sob.
Eveum, as a person, never expected much. Even a flower was enough to make her happy for half a day. But now, she wanted to be happy at the dining table with her mother, just like in the past. But this world didn’t even want to fulfill this tiny wish for her.
She had clearly guarded the Wind Veil Basin for a long time, treating others so gently.
Why, in the end, did it turn out like this? Her mother never returned, and she had to live alone for many years.
Even those she treated gently could attack her without hesitation. She was just thinking that if she became a gentle person like her mother, maybe the Bicolored Realm would bring her mother back.
Eveum understood in her heart that no one promised such a thing. It was all wishful thinking on her part. But she still clung to an illusionary hope, praying that her wishes could come true.
“Now, I’m just like you, Mom. I can stand on my own.”
“I’m remarkable. I can protect the Wind Veil Basin.”
“So, when will you come back?”
“Mom, I don’t want to eat alone at home.”
“I just planted a pot of flowers, wanting to show them to you.”
“We agreed you’d take me to the flower fields tomorrow. You said there could be flowers here, too.”
“I don’t want to stay alone in the house. It’s so quiet, terrifyingly quiet.”
The helpless young witch could only sob loudly on the muddy ground. No one paid attention to her, but a beam of light quietly illuminated her. After noticing this beam of light, she extended her hand in bewilderment.
This light had never appeared before—warm and dazzling. Eveum felt like she had just had a dream. The dream wasn’t long, but as a nightmare, it was still quite qualified. After all, this nightmare left an indelible impression on Eveum.
At that time, she felt like her body didn’t belong to her. Her thoughts weren’t hers, as if she had become someone else. However, she couldn’t stop it from happening. She could only be consumed by the endless abyss.
Yet, as the nightmare concluded, warmth enveloped her heart. During her initial immersion into the dark sludge, Eveum retained some of her awareness. However, over time, her thoughts became chaotic, rendering her unable to function. She could only perceive her surroundings without being able to respond. Suddenly, she was pulled out of this state as if someone forcefully lifted her from the mud.
“Was it really a dream?” Eveum whispered as the glaring sunlight outside made her instinctively squint.
It was only then that she realized she was lying on an unfamiliar bed in a room that felt strange.
“Where am I?” She asked, covering her forehead as she felt her thoughts sluggishly returning.
As she struggled to recall, fragments of memories surfaced, including being poked with a twig.
“Was I saved by someone?” She mumbled, smiling at the thought of someone remarkable.
“Lord Ron saved you,” Moluna said, standing beside Eveum with an animated expression.
Eveum smiled, acknowledging Ron’s greatness, though the name was unfamiliar.
Moluna, with a triumphant demeanor, implied her role in the rescue, but Eveum remained appreciative.
“Ron is our savior,” Moluna said devoutly. “He’s our light, our path, our umbrella.”
“Did he bring me back from the black mud?” Eveum asked, examining her hand.
Recovering from the black mud state was a miraculous feat for a witch.
“Yes,” Moluna affirmed. “I can take you to see Lord Ron now.”
“Thank you,” Eveum said, leaving the bed without discomfort.
Entering the black mud state briefly spared her the disorientation Moluna had experienced.
“May I ask where this is?” Eveum’s gentle voice was like a spring breeze.
Moluna appreciated Eveum’s voice and thought even Mr. Susua would like it.
“This is Windbird Town,” Moluna explained.
“Windbird Town… I have some impression,” Eveum said, struggling to recall.
“Isn’t Windbird Town abandoned with no one left?” Eveum asked, recalling its desolation.
“That used to be the case,” Moluna nodded. “But now we’ve rebuilt it with the Phylin Tribe.”
Moluna expressed pride, having contributed to the town’s reconstruction.
“Phylin Tribe?” Eveum asked, spotting a member passing by the window.
Resting her hand on the glass, Eveum watched the lively town outside, her smile naturally forming. Being friendly with the Phylin Tribe fueled her curiosity about Lord Ron, as mentioned by Moluna.
