There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

A mother who recited poems to me and coaxed me to sleep for countless days and nights.

Her palm unconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword, and an angry look appeared on Viviana's face.

She walked roughly through the crowd and headed towards the prison van where Lucinda was imprisoned.

Even though she knew it was an illusion and a different outcome in her life, she still couldn't help it.

She couldn't ignore someone else's misfortune, let alone her own mother.

Unfortunately, the unsheathed rapier went straight through the gendarmerie captain's body without bringing up any blood. The others seemed not to notice her and were minding their own business.

"Stop!"

Watching the prison van slowly start, Viviana shouted loudly.

But no one paid any attention to her and she could only watch the prison van drive farther and farther away.

Lucinda sat quietly in the car, neither resisting nor speaking.

She was already satisfied. Even if she had only been with her husband for ten years, she was already content. Now, the only thing she couldn't let go of was...

Only my daughter...

"I told you to stop!"

The pace gradually quickened, and Viviana subconsciously released her Originium skills. Boundless darkness spread out, trying to cover the prison car in front.

But her efforts were in vain. The Originium technique only gave her nothingness in return. She could only watch the prison van go away and gradually disappear from her sight.

"No... This isn't right."

After stopping running, Viviana's surroundings became dark, with candles dotted on the surrounding walls to provide her with light.

At some point, another door appeared in front of her.

Viviana's eyes were bloodshot. She grabbed the handle and twisted it hard!

"There must be a better ending, there must be..."

“There will definitely be one!”

Volume 8: Chapter 74: It shouldn't be like this

boom! ! !

As the silver snake swirled, a violent wind and heavy rain slammed against the small windows of the house. It was pitch black outside, and only fourteen candles were emitting light and heat inside.

The furnishings in the room were much simpler than before, with nothing else except a bed and a table.

On the bed, a quilt with small golden flowers was arched up and shook from time to time.

Without caring about anything else, Viviana walked forward quickly and pulled back the quilt.

"Whoa!"

Under the quilt, little Vivian was writing something with a pen and paper, her face was full of panic, as if she was frightened by Barbara Anna's sudden attack.

After seeing that the person coming was not her family member, little Vivian was obviously relieved and took out paper and pen.

"Scared me."

"Vivian...you are covering yourself with the quilt...writing a letter?"

Looking at the spaces and format on the paper, Viviana easily guessed what the girl in front of her was doing.

The two previous experiences had already made her feel somewhat favorable towards Vivian, and she did not care that the other party still knew her even though she had "changed" someone else.

What she needs to know most and what she wants to find most now is the best one among the thousands of endings.

"Shh! Aunt Kela is coming soon! If she knew I was staying up so late, she would be angry again."

Putting her finger to her lips, little Vivian shushed Viviana to keep quiet while peeking outside.

"Who is the letter addressed to?"

Not caring about the fact that she was being taught a lesson by a little girl, Viviana asked anxiously.

She has figured out the pattern. In these illusions, little Vivian is an "NPC" who is responsible for telling her the story and the ending.

If you want to know the news, you can only start from her.

"dad."

Little Vivian finished writing the letter in her hand, looked up and answered crisply.

"I've been pestering Aunt Kela for half a month, and she finally agreed to secretly take me to the student poetry gathering at Ludwig University tomorrow. I want to share this with Dad."

After saying that, little Vivian folded the letter she had written and took a jar about the size of a human head from the side.

After struggling to open the jar, little Vivian stuffed the folded letter into it. The huge jar was full of letter paper of the same color. A quick glance showed that there were at least hundreds of sheets.

Watching little Vivian's actions, Vivianna asked: "Aren't you going to give it to Daddy? Why are you putting it away again?"

"These letters... can't be sent. I'll put them with those chivalric novels."

Sighing to herself, little Vivian pouted, "I was thinking of writing it tomorrow. I'll see more and write more, but I'm afraid I'll be back too late. Mom said good children shouldn't stay up late."

"why?"

"Since you've decided not to eat candy, you have to put it away properly."

"Those knights whose swords and spears shine as brightly as the sun and the moon, that shining kingdom, isn't that the place you yearn for most?"

As the real person, Viviana is extremely familiar with her childhood dreams.

She had imagined more than once that she could become as powerful as the knights in novels, holding swords and spears, radiating glory.

As long as you are strong, you can protect everything you have.

Then you can be with your parents.

"Too far, Casimir is too far..."

With a depressed look on her face, little Vivian placed the jar filled with stationery under the bed and carefully hid it. "Mom is gone, Dad is alone, and I am alone too. I don't want to be so far away from him."

"I asked Aunt Kela, and she said it only takes two days to get from Cuilin Terme to Shitongling. If Dad needs me, I'm always available..."

Appeared in front of him.

Little Vivian didn’t finish the rest of the words, but Vivian already understood what she wanted to say.

"But Dad didn't know you stayed. You were lying."

Looking at little Vivian fishing silently, Vivian revealed what she was thinking.

Little Vivian, who was wearing a light blue nightgown, suddenly had tears in her eyes when she heard this. She looked at Viviana with tears in her eyes: "Dad will be very angry, and may scold me and beat me... But I don't regret it."

"I don't regret not listening to my father and not going to the Great Knight Territory with Aunt Kela. Instead, I asked her to help me stay in Leitania."

"Even if I need to hide myself from you in the future, I can't even tell Dad."

"And Aunt Kela, she's helped us a lot. Mom said she's a very capable and gentle person, but we can't ignore her existence just because of that."

"She has always been alone. After I left, she had no one to accompany her... I am with her in Trilin Terme. I can be with her and see her father at the same time..."

Gave up a lot...

But...can there be less regret?

After listening to little Vivian's narration, Viviana understood that the ending of this story was another tragedy.

She immediately prepared to leave.

But just as she reached the door, she heard rustling sounds outside.

Along with her was someone she was familiar with.

"It's Aunt Kela!"

Little Vivian, who was sitting by the window, said the name of the person outside the door.

Viviana nodded and whispered, "Go to sleep, Viviana, I'll go check on you."

After saying that, Viviana left little Vivian with only her back and walked out.

In this world, no one except Vivian could see her, so Vivian followed boldly.

At the end of the corridor, she saw the person she was looking for, young Kela, who was standing face to face with a dark figure.

The person standing opposite Kela made her pupils shrink.

That symbolic mask and that figure shrouded in a black robe, these are undoubtedly the remnants of the Witch King!

"It's a rare thing. Someone so popular with the Twin Queens would actually take the initiative to meet with us, the remnants of the gang."

A hoarse voice came from under the mask. Even with the mask covering it, Viviana could imagine what the person under the mask looked like.

"You finally made up your mind? Is it because of the child in the house?"

The Witch King's remnants glanced past Viviana and looked directly at the door she had closed.

Seeing this, Kela shifted his body to block the other person's sight.

"She's a very sensible child, just like Walter and Lucinda. If I had a daughter, I'd probably hope she could be as strong and kind as her."

"That day she suddenly begged me in the car to help her stay. At that time I thought that maybe this was a better arrangement, both for Walter..."

"Still to me."

"During this time, with her by my side, I feel like I've gradually calmed down."

"But then comes a sense of absurdity..."

Kela sneered: "A dignified elector can't even protect his beloved daughter."

"Those who have given everything for the so-called new era are still bound by the country's deep-rooted ills and lack even an ounce of freedom."

"I'm so glad that the arrival of that child allowed you to make the decision earlier."

The remaining members of the Witch King bowed respectfully and said, "Welcome, Chief."

"No...that's not it."

Viviana, who was watching from the side, shook her head mechanically.

At this moment, she understood everything that was happening.

Because of her arrival and pleading, Kela felt more and more that the country had no hope, and thus came into contact with the remnants of the Witch King earlier.

Everything happened as it actually happened.

Kela became the leader of the remnants, leading the remnants of the Witch King to their own destruction while also using the method he understood to break the shackles that trapped everyone.

but...

wrong!

"Wait! Kela! I'm begging you not to..."

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be..."

Everything before her eyes dissipated like dust, leaving Viviana unable to utter a word.

Countless doors opened in front of Viviana at the same time. They were lined up in order on the stairs, winding towards the invisible distance.

She had walked through every door.

A candle burned behind every door.

Father, mother, or herself will make different choices, and that is one life after another.

A sort of...

Another possibility...

Volume 8: Chapter 75: Clear

Door after door was opened, and candle after candle was swaying in the wind.

Viviana couldn't remember how many times she had repeated this action.

one hundred?

Still one thousand.

It doesn't matter. What matters is that all she saw was tragedy.

Among hundreds and thousands of endings, she never found a good ending, and all the stories ended in tragedy.