Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 233 Ambiguous Feelings

Moh's so-called research and investigation, Doro actually wanted to think about in some rather skewed ways.

However, now that things have come to this, he actually knows what Moh means.

In previous years, Moh actually did not admit that "Doro liked him".

She believed that Doro was simply lustful at first sight, and that his desire for her stemmed from her being the Demon King. She reasoned that men enjoy conquering beings stronger than themselves, wanting to see them humiliated or writhing in pleasure beneath them.

So she cooperated.

Once Doro was satisfied, his interest in her would naturally wane. Mohe understood this feeling very well. Over the long years, she had been interested in many things, such as alchemy, magic, sculpture, and architecture. Once she satisfied her desires in these areas, she would naturally lose interest and turn to other fields.

So Doro thought the same way... She had always thought so too. She believed that once she satisfied his desire to conquer, his curiosity, and his possessiveness, he would naturally lose interest in her. There's a similar saying among humans, like "once you've got your pants up, you don't care anymore." Simply put, once someone has obtained something, it becomes less important to them.

But many years have passed.

Doro and I are life forms of the same level... so they think alike.

Moher would never have thought that way.

Perhaps it is true that they are life forms of the same level. Doro possesses eternal life and will have a long time to live. But Moher knows better than anyone that Doro is a human.

At least for now, Doro, who has less than fifty years left to live, is undoubtedly a human being. His thoughts are human thoughts, his desires are human desires, and his understanding is human understanding. No matter what knowledge he acquires, the fact that he is human will not change.

More than ten years is a long time for humankind.

That's enough to verify a person's true thoughts, not to mention that Doro has the right to be willful.

The man who possesses the most powerful violence and authority in the world has no need to hide his will from anyone, nor does he need to regulate himself to save face. His every action will be covered up by others. The only thing in the world that can limit him is himself.

He was simply adhering to some rules that were his own.

Therefore, given the current situation, even Moh had to think that Doro's view of him might not be the same as his own.

He genuinely liked me.

like……

Love.

The Demon King couldn't distinguish between these emotions. In fact, Mohe couldn't distinguish between any type of emotion—happiness, sadness, pain, or joy.

During the battle in Buto City, Moh said that Star Tear was an alchemical artifact that required sadness and pity to activate, but that was actually a lie.

After all, even Moher himself couldn't distinguish that kind of feeling.

Over the long years, joy and sorrow, happiness and separation have become ambiguous. Every emotion seems to be connected with other emotions, and every feeling seems to exist in its own right. The longer the time goes by, the more chaotic her emotions become. At certain points in history, she even forgot the corresponding terms.

She's always watching.

Sometimes she wondered what the meaning of her life was. Perhaps, when she was killed by Doro, she felt a sense of liberation, the relief of finally ending her long life—but she still did not die, she chose to be resurrected again, and chose to fight Doro.

"Let's cleanse ourselves of misfortune."

"Okay."

Moher smiled.

In fact, since her rebirth, she has hardly controlled her expressions. Although many times, Doro and others think that this demon king is just pretending, what does it matter? She is just following the flow of her ambiguous feelings and reacting instinctively with this body. They are all manifestations of her inner self.

Moher's eyes turned gold and silver, her gaze traversing a vast distance: "The struggle is about to begin, Mr. Doro."

"I don't care about the struggle itself. I only hope that in such a struggle, one of my children will reach our territory." Doro expressed his thoughts, which were similar to those of Moher before him, letting the world develop on its own and then hoping for the birth of a creature that could rival him.

Doro was certainly more compassionate than Moh, or perhaps he was more selfish, so the Seed of Blessing, the Seed of Curse, and the Crown of the One King—if any child were to reach this realm, these things would be enough to provide that child with the resources for advancement.

But in fact, Doro knew better than anyone else.

If one doesn't have that qualification... then giving more is meaningless, just like what happened to Xia Di now.

Even if she possessed almost all of the goddess's power and barely stood in the same realm as Doro and Moher, she would never be able to contend with either of them.

That was not her own power.

So even if someone wins, if that qualification doesn't exist, perhaps—it would just mean another Xia Di will emerge.

"You're really cruel."

"I do not deny."

……

“Breto, you’ve done a great job. We have a lot of resources at our disposal, but you can’t forget one thing.”

Breto looked at his mother: "I know, Mom. Father is always watching over us, so even if we have to fight, we must limit the fight to the display of our abilities, and not to use cruel methods to kill our brothers and sisters."

This was something the wise king had been emphasizing to Breto. Hearing his child's words, the wise king smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, my child, this is the most important thing. You don't need to worry about the future. You are stronger and smarter than Luluan. She inherited the qualities of her father and mother, but neither your father Doro nor Lisdowei possessed exceptional wisdom. It was purely her trait, but that is not the quality the king needs."

"purely……"

Breto's expression was somewhat complicated: "But if she inherits her father's qualities, perhaps she can reach his level." The wise queen paused for a moment, then reached out and stroked her child's head: "Breto, if that's possible, then help her."

"...Help her?"

"Yes, help her. Do everything in your power to help her reach that realm, to make her a being like your father."

Brave didn't understand.

He never imagined that his mother, who had raised him from childhood to surpass all other children, would say such things.

The Wise Queen seemed to be the same; her expression was filled with something called "compassion." Those who knew her well would know that this was the expression she had when she received the title of Wise Queen.

A deep love for humanity.

She would do anything for humanity.

“The question you asked today really makes me realize, Brave, that you’ve grown up. You’ve started to pay attention to these things, to the things that adults should care about.” Her tone was so gentle; she had always been strict with Brave, but now she was showing him affection. “Has anyone ever told you that my becoming your father’s woman was nothing but revenge? A kind of revenge by your father against me?”

"Mother……"

The wise king said gently, “You don’t need to doubt this. I have never rewritten the records of history. You, who love reading and checking historical materials, already know what happened in the past. That’s why you’ve worked so hard. You know that your father doesn’t love me, so you naturally assume that he won’t love you either. So you’re planning to prove yourself to him, right?”

"..."

His own mother saw through everything.

Brave knew just how wise his mother was, how skillful she was in her methods, the one who bore the name of a wise king.

"I actually love him."

The Wise King suddenly said, "When I first met him, I initially thought that the so-called hero was just a lie woven by the White Church to further strengthen their faith, so they planned to thwart this so-called hero... But after meeting him, I realized that if anyone could defeat the Demon King, it would definitely be this person."

“This doesn’t sound like something a mother would do.”

"Yeah, isn't it incredible? I only met him once, and I believed in him like that. At that time, I knew that I had to be his support, solve all his problems, and help him maintain the purity he possessed. With that purity, he could definitely defeat the Demon King. As it turns out, that was the right thing to do."

Brave didn't understand.

He looked at his mother with a puzzled expression: "But Mother, you plotted against Father, you planned to kill him."

“Yes, I plotted against him, I intended to kill him, that’s undeniable, it’s something I did.” Even as he spoke of this, the wise king still wore a gentle smile. “But that doesn’t mean I hate him. If, at that time, he really died, and Moh really died, then I would unify the world.”

She spoke as if recalling a memory, yet also as hypothesizing: "At that time, there will only be one supreme race in the world, and that will be humanity. I will become the true King of Humanity, not just a so-called Wise King, or the so-called One and Only King. After that, I will guard his tomb and atone for my sins. The premise is... if he is truly dead."

"Mother, I don't understand."

“My child, you don’t need to understand this too much.” The wise king continued to stroke the child’s head. “You don’t need to force yourself. Although you are his child, you are also my child. You don’t have Lulu’an’s purity, but you are very much like me. I will not ask you to reach the realm that your father expects. I only hope that you will not walk the same path as me.”

"But……"

Brave voiced the question that had been lingering in his mind: "But I clearly heard that you gave birth to me, Mother, so that I could complete what you couldn't complete..."

“Moh is such a chatterbox. Does she think she’s the only one who knows everything in the world?” the wise king complained slightly. “Too much meddling… But perhaps, in the beginning, that was the case. Brave.”

"At the beginning?"

“People change, Brave. When I was pregnant with you, I had many expectations for you. I wanted you to surpass me, I wanted you to accomplish what I couldn’t. But, Brave, when I was pregnant with you, watching my belly grow bigger and bigger, and finally, when you were born, grew up slowly, and then called me 'Mom' for the first time, I felt a deep sense of happiness. Although you don’t seem to call me that anymore.”

“…” Bref blushed slightly.

The wise king smiled and said, "However, from that time on, I knew that whether you can do what I expect is not important. What is important is how you plan to live and whether you can live a life without regrets."

"Then, Mother, in that case..."

"Your struggle with Luluan is necessary," the Wise King said. "It's a little selfishness on your mother's part, because it's a manifestation of her love for your father. He longs for the emergence of life in that realm, and the only ones who can possibly achieve this are you, who possess the Seed of Curse, or Luluan, who possesses the Seed of Blessing. You must grow stronger through this struggle, using each other as whetstones, step by step towards that realm. Perhaps you will both succeed, or perhaps neither of you will possess that ability. But I think this is also very important for you."

"Mother, I understand."

"Well, good boy."

……

"Luluan, how was your work today?"

“It went smoothly, Mom.” Luluan smiled at her mother, having inherited Doro’s blonde hair. In fact, her appearance was very similar to Fickel, which was Doro in a female form—after all, she was a life form born from the combination of Doro’s blood and Lisdowei’s blood, and Doro’s blood was inherently more powerful than Lisdowei’s blood—to trace back to the source, Lisdowei herself had the blood of both Doro and Moh in her body, so, in a sense, Luluan was a life form composed of three-quarters Doro and one-quarter Moh blood.

She resembles Doro, or rather Fickel, in many ways, but most importantly, she has those dark eyes. They're very similar to Moher's.

But the aura she exuded was completely different from Moher's mysterious and bewitching nature; instead, it was sunny and cheerful.

"Dad is really something, he just left with Moh all of a sudden... He's acting like a spoiled child!" she complained about her father.

Hearing such complaints, Lisdowei couldn't help but smile: "Isn't this a good thing? As an eternal life form, your father is still just an infant and will never grow up."

"Mom! Your statement is so biased!"

(End of this chapter)