Apocalypse Flower (6)

  Those memories are so hard to let go of, even if I can't truly understand my mother's inner thoughts. I want to be strong enough to protect my loved ones, not because I want to be strong, but just in case the battle horn blows in my ear one day, I can protect her and not let her get hurt...

  The woman suddenly turned around and walked to her son's side, gently stroking his head with a warm expression. She then took his hand and led him to the window that looked out onto the outside world. Gazing at the illusory flowers below the tower, she smiled wistfully and said, "You don't know, do you? Your arrival has already hurt me!" Her eyes suddenly turned icy cold for just an instant before she roughly pushed her son away, shouting angrily, "Get out! Don't come see me again! I'm not your mother, I'm not! Take good care of that princess and never set foot in this tower again!"

  What's going on?

  Why would your own mother suddenly get angry?

  Why! Why!

  The young man's body was pushed open, even if there was emptiness behind him, just following the dusty steps that went down, what he cared about in his heart was not these, but...

  The young man wanted to grasp something with all his might, but his own body was pushed heavily into the air by his mother's push, and then slowly fell down the stairs... slowly...

  Falling...

  The arm of the body that had quietly fallen in mid-air touched something icy, and the cold temperature made one feel a suffocating sensation... What is this transparent thing...

  Before the boy rolled down to the foot of the stairs, what he saw was... a woman crying facing the outside scenery, her face still pale and beautiful, the fallen flowers in the wind were slowly blown into the tower, but what he smelled was suffocating cold air.

  Mother... is she crying?

  "Don't come here again, or you'll get even more hurt. Every time you come, I'll make sure you fall hard. Don't come here again!"

  Obviously you are so reluctant to part with me, obviously you are such a gentle mother, why... it has come to this...

  The boy, who had slumped at the foot of the stairs, now had his clothes disheveled, but his hands clenched tightly into fists. His eyes fixed firmly on the top of the tower as he whispered: "Mother, I'm sorry... but one day I'll definitely come to get you out and we'll live happily together, forever!"

  The sunshine is warm and gentle, so gentle that even one's own breathing becomes calm. If time could go back to the past, it would be like collecting all the happy scenes and piecing them together. Even if memories can't be touched, they can still be held close to one's heart. If reality could be a little gentler, perhaps one's mother wouldn't have been hurt?

  The top floor of the tower fell back into darkness, and the windows were slammed shut...

  A thick male voice came from the darkness...

  "Is this really okay? Weren't you very reluctant at first? I saw your son walking to the bedside and talking to you, and I was worried that you wouldn't have the heart to hurt him!"

  The window was opened again, and a man with a red butterfly-shaped scar on his face involuntarily covered his face with a fan, seemingly somewhat annoyed...

  "It's really annoying! Don't you know I don't like sunlight? It was clearly closed and yet..."

  "I hate darkness!"

  "Ah ha!?" The man's phoenix eyes narrowed as he held a fan to cover his face, laughing at the woman in front of him with a puzzled expression.

  "I said I hate darkness, I hate hurting others, I hate...hating the harm I brought to Loki!"

  "You've lived in darkness for so many years, do you still care about this? You've done your best, complaining is useless!" The man thought of something and leaned over to the woman with a playful smile: "Your son... has he found that princess?"

  "Regarding..."

  "Then wouldn't you be satisfied? If your son could marry that princess instead of Lord Lothar, then..."

  Bang!

  Some shock...

  It's also a bit sad...

  The woman wearing a long shirt walked to the window and said with her back to the man: "You are just a piece of wood, you don't need to know so much, nor are you allowed to have any illusions about my son!"

  If we say that there are all kinds of clever people in this world, then there must be some fools. What may seem complicated and incomprehensible to one person may seem simple to another. It's just for someone's happiness, whether it's fulfillment or sacrifice, without needing too much ambition, hoping that the person being protected can live a plain and peaceful life in this world is good enough!

  The woman heard the sound of wood knocking on the floor...

  She knew that the man had been reduced to his original form, and that he was just a piece of wood on which she had cast a spell. He wouldn't have too many thoughts of his own, but would simply absorb some of her master's inner thoughts. The fact that the wooden puppet could be made into a human being depended on the power of human thought, and now...

  The woman looked at the small wooden man lying quietly on the ground...

  "You've lived in darkness for so many years, and you still care about this? You've done your best, complaining is useless!"

  ……

  "Then wouldn't you be satisfied? If your son could marry that princess instead of Lord Lothar, then..."

  ……

  Are these really the desires of one's own heart? Is it truly letting one's son protect the princess well, so that the princess will be grateful and fall in love with one's son, and finally get married? No! It's not like that! Loth is the orthodox heir to this country, he is the destined king. One isn't that bad, a contract or whatever, shouldn't let one's own son bear it! If the son doesn't like that princess, won't it destroy his lifelong happiness?!

  No! Not allowed! No!

  A flock of birds flew over Loki's head, and the petals fluttered for no reason, then slowly settled quietly in the sea of flowers. Loki turned his head to look at the almost forgotten high tower, his eyes lingering with a hint of reluctance before finally steeling himself to leave...

  Mother, is this really what you wanted?

  Is it you want me to never see you leave you?

  It's become a mistake to even see you now! If only I had known, I would have hugged you tightly the moment we met, so that I could cherish this feeling in my heart. Even if I really made up my mind to leave you, there wouldn't be any regrets. Only... one day, I will still come to pick you up from the tower!

  Gone...

  It's all over...

  Everyone leave!