Team villains except me

Chapter 517 Fly

The rain stopped.

The dusk was surprisingly bright, as if the heavy rain had washed away all the sins.

Musa did not kill the king. Instead, she presented the king with very harsh conditions, as Loretta had requested. She also asked to personally teach "Jidi".

When she made this offer, the king frowned. He felt that Musa was seeking revenge, but he still agreed.

The deaths of "Loretta" and Valerie were lightly covered under the king's manipulation, with Musa gaining more power and freedom.

After the martial law ended, Futsu remained the same as before after the rain, with no changes.

The sunset was even more brilliant.

The brief appearance of a rainbow caused exclamations, and many eagles flew across the sky.

Musa stopped, not because of the rainbow, nor because of the playful eagles.

It was Persilla who appeared before her.

Persilla, wearing a black veil, just looked at her silently.

Musa didn't look at her. Musa was not lacking in love, she was spoiled by Persila when she was growing up, Persila made her train, and Persila solved all the problems for her except training.

After returning to Lanier, no matter how many times Persila pushed her away, she would try her best to stand in front of Persila again and ask her, Mom, why don’t you talk to me? Why don’t you love me anymore?

She got no answer. Not once.

But she always felt that if she asked too many times, Percilla would eventually get tired of it and tell her the answer. Just like when she was doing homework as a child, she was too sleepy to continue and would call for her mother over and over again. Percilla would get tired of it and tell her the answer.

But this time, Persila was unexpectedly persistent. Persila never gave in.

Time is like a sharp sword. Even the finest cloth will be ripped apart by this sword.

Musa was very tired. She didn't want to ask Pesila anything. She knew Pesila had heard the news, but she didn't want to explain or talk.

She wanted to go home to Valerie.

But Persilla stopped her.

"Musa."

Musa stopped and looked at Persila in silence. She hadn't seen Persila for a long time and she felt that Persila was getting old very quickly.

Why? Wasn't she living the life she wanted? Why did she look so miserable?

Musa's head ached. Having lost both her daughter and her friend, her heart felt hollow. She no longer had any hope for a new life.

She didn't expect her mother to give her an answer.

Persilla spoke up.

"Musha. Leave Rainier. You don't belong here. Since Loretta and Valerie...Musha, there's no reason for you to stay."

Musa felt dizzy. The wind after the rain carried the fishy smell of mud, and she was swept away by it, as if she had fallen into a pool of blood.

The world treated her with a wicked cruelty. The air was stifling, and that unsettling feeling of suffocation reminded her suddenly that she had been suffering all along. It was just that her emotions were delayed, and she always realized it later. Her violence and restlessness, her loneliness and anxiety, were all worn away by the quiet of her emotions, leaving only a thin layer of gray.

The wind blew away all the ashes. Her past, present, and future overlapped in this gloomy sunset, empty and meaningless.

Musa raised her head and looked straight at her aging mother, her words brief.

"In the beginning, I stayed here for you."

Persila tilted her head slightly, avoiding the words as if ignoring an ugly scar.

But the words she spoke could open wounds that could never heal.

"Musa, I will die this month. I am no longer a reason for you to stay. You have wasted too much time on me, so consider this as your repayment to me."

"You won't die. You don't have to worry about being poisoned. You're safe.

...I have a house in Remiaz."

Musa didn't know why she mentioned her house. She hadn't realized that she had lost another home. She just subconsciously wanted to hold on to something.

Persila knew Musa, and she knew that Musa was uneasy. She coughed and covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

She was hesitant. She knew how much pain Musa was in at the moment, but Musa would know it sooner or later.

Under the black veil, Persilla closed her eyes.

"No one has poisoned me. I've been sick and I won't survive this month."

"……Mother."

Persila subconsciously wanted to respond. Musa's tone was the same as when she was a child. Whenever Musa felt wronged and wanted to cry, she would call her in this tone.

Musa didn't want to cry. She just felt that this was unrealistic. She thought what Persila said was ridiculous. She subconsciously called out for her mother. She had already endured too much today.

"Is the doctor treating you professional?"

"Of course. My doctors are all sent by the king. The king doesn't want me to die the most, Musa, you understand that, don't you?"

Musa didn't understand.

"You lied to me. You always lie to me."

"If you have a better doctor, please recommend him to me. I want to live a few more years. Musa, I didn't lie to you."

Persilla turned and prepared to leave.

She paused before leaving.

"Musa, death is a relief for some female eagles."

It was unclear whether she was talking about herself or Loretta and Valerie.

Musa stared at Persila's back in a daze.

The world is spinning.

On this day, she lost her friend, daughter and mother at the same time.

She lay on the street, the rain soaking her clothes and the cold seeping into her bones.

She opened her eyes, watching the slowly fading rainbow and the sky, where an eagle hovered. She had the illusion of being swallowed by fate. It seemed as if she should never have returned. Her choice went against her predetermined destiny, and so she was punished, hurt, and consumed by intense pain.

but.

Musa thought, it’s a good thing it was her.

She was the only one who could bear so much pain. No one else could bear it, but she could.

She's used to it.

She was used to accepting. Her predicament kept recurring, and her happiness had been used up in the first half of her life. She needed to use the love she had received before to fill the hole in the future.

Valerie had laughed at her before.

"You're so repressed, Musa. No matter what happens, you never lose your temper. When I reach your age, will I become as calm and composed as you?"

Will not.

Valerie did not become more stable, she stopped breathing and turned into a cold corpse.

Musa lay on the deserted street, her back wet.

She knew she would stand up again. She always had the courage to start over. She was just a little tired. She had a sizzling ability to recover. No matter how hard she suffered, the next day she would still face the sun and continue walking silently.

"...Ms. Musa."

Musa turned her head slightly and saw her students. She was not surprised by their arrival, as she knew they were well-informed.

She didn't know which version of the story they heard, but she didn't want to explain or tell it.

"Teacher Musa, Feimei'ou used your communicator to tell us what happened here."

Norvia spoke softly. She had seen Teacher Musa, who was full of hope for life, but she also knew how bad Musa's situation was right now.

After receiving the news that Loretta had died, she brought some of her teammates and Yalinxiu to Futsu.

Fiana and Irene stayed in France as lords, analyzing the current situation with Franche, who was considering whether to bring the plan forward.

On the way, Norvia received a message from Femeiou. There were so many twists and turns in what had happened today that Norvia couldn't tell whether it was the king's premeditated plan or just a spur-of-the-moment decision by "Gidi."

Norvia did not hide it from Yalinxiu.

After knowing what happened, Yalinxiu was silent for a long time, and then she looked at her parents seriously.

"I want to help Loretta, and I want a long vacation."

Yalinxiu is serious.

"I will write a report for Teacher Mia. Loretta is more important than school. She is in danger in the palace. I have to go protect Loretta."

Yalinxiu is an independent individual. Its will is paramount. Throughout its life, it has the right to explore the world and control its own future.

Norvia couldn't object, and neither could Huet and the others.

They went to Musa's manor first.

Altair had woken up. He placed Valeri in a safe place, then carried the unconscious Femeiou on his back and stood guard at the door, weapon in hand. He didn't know Musa had returned, nor did he know Femeiou had spread the news. He just felt that this place was unsafe.

The shadow of death loomed over him and he could hardly escape.

So when Yalinxiu opened the door, Altair swung his knife without hesitation. But he saw Yalinxiu.

He'd cried so much today, his lips chapped, and he'd thought he'd stop crying. But the moment he saw Yalinxiu, he pulled back his tears in time, though he still sobbed. He spoke incoherently about his experiences today, as if possessed by a trance.

Yalinxiu looked at him, stepped forward and hugged him.

"Altaïr, you did a great job. You should rest."

Yalinxiu knew that she had the ability to charm. Altair's condition was too bad, and without external intervention, Altair would not be able to sleep well for the next few days.

But Altair did not fall asleep. He continued stubbornly, repeating how Valerie's broken wings flapped against his arms.

Yalinxiu turned around and looked at Elliott for help.

Elliott ruffled his golden hair and sighed. He took off a ring and looked straight at Altair.

"Those are just nightmares. Go to sleep."

Altair fell down.

He was still carrying Fei Mei Ou on his back. Fei Mei Ou was awakened by the fall.

She quickly opened her eyes, and only after seeing Yalinxiu did she relax.

"You seem to see..."

As soon as Femmeo opened her mouth, she realized she was slurring her words. Her face wasn't very swollen, but the wounds hadn't completely healed. She touched her face and felt many scars.

Her face fell.

"Oh no! These scars will take ages to fade. If my parents see them, they'll nag me again."

Dooku remembered that he had the potion that Mr. Oub had given him. He approached Arinth and asked Arinth to give the potion to Femeiou.

Nolvia and Hught find Valeri, but Musa is nowhere to be found.

They took Zhu Ying to find Musa, leaving Ellit and Dooku in the manor.

Zhu'er quickly locked onto Musa's location. But when they approached, they saw Musa lying on the street like a puppet.

Musa's emotions have always been calm. She seems to care about nothing, and because she doesn't care, she won't be hurt. But she is not a piece of wood, not a puppet without emotions.

But even when she collapsed, Musa was very quiet.

Norvia subconsciously wanted to say something. She talked about Femeiou and Altaïr's situation, and the situation in France, but in the end, Musa still didn't react.

Zhue patted Norvia.

"Perscilla was here just now. She said she didn't have long to live."

Norvia is speechless.

She took a step back.

The sunset is about to disappear.

The chill grew thicker and thicker, and sounds gradually began to appear on the street.

The world does not make way for personal sorrow.

When someone is suffering, someone else is happy.

Musa stood up. Her clothes were wet, sticking to her like a black plaster. Her expression was calm, and there was nothing unusual about her.

"Are there any good cemeteries out there?"

she asked her students.

Norvia knew that she was very knowledgeable about cemeteries.

"Teacher Musa, the 'Hanging Sea Realm' is great. My parents are both there."

"Okay, thank you. Let's go back, it's almost time for dinner."

Norvia stared at Musa. The calmer someone appeared, the more they were consumed by pain. She even felt that Musa no longer had any power to dispel her pain.

Musa is a female eagle who lives with tragedy. Her vitality, her rich emotions, her sadness and anger are all cut off by Lanier.

The emotions of the female eagles in Lanier are mostly twisted and extreme. The same is true for Musa, but she only hurts herself.

If weapons had a heartbeat, if they had feelings, they could be exploited and trapped. King Lanier controlled Musa, exploiting her kindness and resilience. He made Musa feel that she had to accept her circumstances. She couldn't complain, she couldn't show her emotions, or she would hurt innocent companions, so she could only swallow her sorrow.

Musa was able to endure it for so long.

"...I could have been a Beast Warrior."

Musa actually smiled softly. Her eyes were bright, filled with a desperate determination.

"You haven't seen it, have you? I can fly really high."

Musa turned into her original form, and in the last ray of light from the setting sun, she slashed at the sky like a sharp sword.

Musa's original form was huge, and her wings were so sharp that they could cut a person's throat. Zhu Yi knew Musa's strength at a glance.

Musa does have the ability to become a beast warrior.

As she flew into the sky, there was a sense of intimidation, like clouds blocking out the sun. The black line did not make any turns.

All the eagles flying in the sky avoided Musa. Musa was like a ball of black flame, rushing straight towards the last ray of light.

The sunset light suddenly turned pale. Patriati Mountain was so low. The law-enforcing eagles chased Musa like a tail, and then at a certain height, they stopped.

Musa never stopped.

The height was terrifying, and Musa became a blurry black dot that was almost level with the sun if you didn't look closely.

Nolvia heard the exclamation.

The Eagles on the street stopped to watch and confirmed Musa's identity.

"...That height can only be [her]."