I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 394, 1.25, 17: The Rabbit Duke's Crazy Tea Party
Shui Qi never believed that the NPCs here would have their own emotions, just as he would never believe that humans of the same race would have compassion in the outside world.

If there really is such a thing, why would someone betray you?
If it really happened, why would someone have the heart to stab him in the heart with a knife when he was in such a desperate and miserable state?
If there really was such a thing, why would they frame him for betraying his teammates after doing all that?

If it really exists...

How can there be "what ifs"?

Shui Qi chuckled softly, feeling utterly foolish for even considering such a thought. He didn't need to be friends with anyone; he only needed to use and trade with them effectively.

At least self-interest is much more reliable than so-called feelings.

If the probability of betrayal based on feelings is 99%, then self-interest can at least reduce that probability to 50%.

“What if Meyas really forgot?” Shui Qi asked. He didn’t believe Meyas would remember it; he was certain that Meyas wouldn’t.

“Meyas will not forget! He said he would come to find me, and he even thought of a name for me. He just couldn’t come to find me. He will not forget me…” Its voice grew softer and softer as it spoke, as if it gradually realized that its words were somewhat unreliable.

Shui Qi was slightly taken aback. He didn't understand why it would rather deceive itself than face reality.

If Meyas really remembered, how could he not have come looking for it by now?

The only possibility is that Mejas has completely forgotten.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched its head, asking softly, "Can you tell me about Meas from your perspective?"

"Meyas, when I first met him, he couldn't walk yet. He was sitting in a stroller being pushed around by the servants to go for a walk and bask in the sun. He was chubby and very cute. The first time he saw me in the bushes, he even smiled at me."

After that, I saw him every day, watching him grow up little by little, learning to walk and talk, and slowly growing taller. He became more and more beautiful and more and more popular.

It seems strange for a boy to care more about his appearance than a girl, but it's not strange at all for Mayas, because he is very handsome. When he smiles, his eyes squint slightly, like a beautiful crescent moon.

He would always come over to talk to me tirelessly, telling me what happened each day. Unfortunately, at that time I couldn't respond to him, so I could only listen quietly.

The only time I saw him cry was on a rainy day when he was eight years old. It was drizzling, and the sky was gloomy, giving off a somber feeling. He squatted down in front of me, crying, and told me that his mother had died.

I will never forget the way he cried. The rain soaked him, and no matter how the servants tried to pull him away, he wouldn't leave. It seemed that I was the only one he could confide in, but sadly, I couldn't speak, I had no way to respond to him, and I couldn't even move a little.

Not long after, the funeral was held on that lawn. He stood silently in the rain, dressed in a black tuxedo, and he never smiled again after that.

He kept coming back to see me, but gradually the frequency decreased and the intervals became longer and longer. Eventually, I might not see him even once a year.

The last time we met, he was already a 20-year-old adult. He said he had thought of a name for me, but he had to go out today and could only tell me tomorrow.

But there is no tomorrow.

He never contacted me again.

From that day on, everything here changed dramatically. Mejas changed too; he became a duke, a completely different person. No one felt anything was wrong, no one realized that things shouldn't have been this way.

Only I remember, but no one cares about me.

I wanted to tell Mayas that I would be able to speak tomorrow. But I did speak, and he never came back.

It thought it would see Meyas again tomorrow, but tomorrow came and went, and Meyas never appeared in its tomorrow.

So, when will tomorrow truly arrive? I really want today to pass quickly so I can welcome tomorrow.

Shui Qi fell silent after hearing this. He wanted to tell it that Meyas was no longer Meyas and would no longer remember it.

But for some reason, I felt that once I said it, there would be something I could never go back to, and I even felt a little uneasy.

He paused for a moment, then said softly, "Perhaps he's too busy. Look at him, he's a duke now, and he's busy with all sorts of things every day, so he really can't find the time to come see you. Besides, he's an adult now and can't be as willful as a child."

Even he himself scoffed at these words, but he was very happy, extremely happy, and even looking forward to meeting Mayas.

Shui Qi let out a long breath, his narrow blue eyes gazing at the azure sky. Was he doing the right thing? Actually, being ruthless and stating the truth would have been better for him. But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

It is so pure that to shatter its illusions is to defile and cruelly harm it.

But if it actually sees and knows how cruel it is, wouldn't that be even more cruel to it?

I was eagerly anticipating our next meeting, but all I got was indifference.

A loud 'bang' came from afar; it was the sound of a mushroom exploding.

After clearing away the mushroom clump, a dark staircase was revealed, leading to an unknown underground area.

"Meias must be very happy to see you too." Mu Yegui walked towards them, her cool silver eyes quietly watching it, and spoke slowly in a soft, sweet voice.

If Mayas doesn't remember, then beat him until he does. Whether it's true or false, even if it's a deception, there's no way to refuse the last wish of a dying person.

It's dying.

Mayas is the child it watched grow up.

It wanted to meet that child.

That's it.

It doesn't need any fairy tale embellishment, nor does it need any tragic elements.

It's just a very heartwarming story.

"What do you want to say to him?" Mu Yegui asked.

It paused for a moment, then lowered its head in thought, its short ears drooping. Suddenly, it raised its head and said happily, "You've grown up, Mayas."

You've grown up, Mayas.

It couldn't think of anything better to say than that.

It doesn't matter whether it has a name or not; it just wants to tell him that it has always been watching over him, watching him grow up, and being there for him. It's just that from now on, he has to walk his own path; it can no longer watch over him.

It's just this one simple sentence.

(End of this chapter)