One Piece Redemption

The rain was so heavy that even he himself couldn't hear the sound of his sobbing clearly.

It seemed that everything was blinded by the sudden heavy rain.They could only feel the bean-sized raindrops hitting their bodies like small stones, making people feel sore and sore.That's not to mention, those raindrops exploded the moment they touched their bodies, wetting them all over, and the icy cold wind blew past, taking away the little bit of warmth that could be squeezed out of people's bodies, making everyone feel like Set up an ice cellar.

Lan Jiaer just knelt quietly in front of his mother's grave. He was tired from crying, and he couldn't squeeze out any emotion to accommodate other things.He thought, maybe, it was a mistake for him... to be born in this world.

He hated himself.

As he knelt down in front of his mother's grave, he was thinking extremely calmly, should he accompany his mother to welcome the cold kiss of the true ancestor Cain, instead of letting his mother leave him alone? Stay in this world and let him live with all the pain and guilt.

Langall knew from the start that he shouldn't exist.

He has always known that his mother is not ordinary: although he is still young, he has never seen any ordinary woman who can make other elegant nobles who seem to have a very powerful aura kneel on the ground, begging for her return.

He knew from the very beginning that he was extraordinary: for ordinary people, the kind of holy light that is like a spring breeze, when it erodes them, it brings them pain deeper than death—not to mention his own mother Those beautiful blue eyes turned a very ominous dark red when faced with such pain.

At that time, he knew that maybe his mother was a vampire, and she should be a vampire with a high status, from that race that claimed to be elegant.

He had no father since he was a child, and his mother didn't like watching him look more and more like his father's face. Every time when she saw his appearance, his mother would be in a daze involuntarily, but finally found that My face was cold... It turned out that my mother had already burst into tears at that time.

More than once in the dead of night, he heard the voice of his mother kneeling and sobbing beside his bed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Lan Jiaer, I'm sorry, it's all my mother's fault, but my mother really can't control herself... ...There is no way to face you..."

From that moment on, he knew that his mother loved him...and also hated him.

The footsteps of those hunters from the Holy Cult were getting closer, and his mother had already realized that if this continued, not only herself, but even her own son would be killed by those Holy Cultists.My mother became more and more sensitive, and when there was any trouble, she would take her around in panic, avoiding the pursuit of those saints, and she became more and more silent, without a playmate, making herself lonely stand up.

On that morning, after his mother asked him if he wanted to have breakfast again, and he was silent, the young woman who had always been elegant and gentle suddenly revealed her fierce side. For the first time, she hit him...

…The wooden stick in his hand, stained with his blood, was thrown aside in shock by the mother who woke up at some point, and then there was the voice of the mother apologizing to him over and over again, but he Looking at his mother silently, Gu Jing Wubo in his eyes made his mother stop her words and fell silent at some point.

For a long, long time, the space between the two of them was in that kind of suffocating silence. My mother didn't say a word, and I didn't say a word either.Even now, when Lan Jiaer recalls this period of time, he will feel that that period of memory has no color at all, and there are only empty black and white and the lengthy silence.

His mother began to write letters to people. He didn't know who the recipient was, and he didn't care who the recipient was. He just silently watched his mother anxiously waiting for the letter to arrive, and then numbly let it go. Led by my mother who became overjoyed after receiving the reply, I left the town where I had lived so hard for less than two weeks.

Maybe it was the mother's direction that revealed something. Those hunters of the holy religion no longer teased them leisurely like cats and mice like before. On the contrary, the pursuit became more and more intense, even at any cost, hoping To be able to leave the lives of the two of them in that unknown land.

During that period of dark days, he and his mother ran for their lives, and lived a very hard, tired and helpless life.But during that chase, it was the first time he felt his mother's love for him so intensely, no less than any mother's love for her own child.

But the more intense pain came... For those guys who hurt his mother, he has no way of revenge at all.

He didn't have the miraculous power to manipulate time like his own mother, nor did he have the power to attract light arrows that could seriously injure them like those chasers.He was only passive enough to be protected by his mother time and time again, and he could only watch helplessly as his mother was hurt again and again, and the black and red blood shed again and again, time and time again. Get up from the ground one by one, and start fighting those people again.

...if only I didn't exist.

He thought so.

...If I didn't exist, my mother wouldn't need to stare at him cautiously and protect him all the time. My mother's ability is very powerful, and she can completely protect herself by herself, doesn't she...

...he's a liability, isn't he.

As time went by, his thoughts became clearer, he became weary of the world, and began to give up on himself, and even when he was caught by an enemy and held a knife to his neck, threatening his mother, he directly hit On that knife.Next to his ear was his mother's desperate cry, and in front of his throat was the cold blade that made the skin prickly, and he was thinking:...it can finally be over...

"Tsk, what a coward." The voice was so indifferent that people's ears hurt when they heard these words, and then he found that he couldn't control his body and froze in place.He opened his eyes in disbelief, but saw the powerful and incomparable pursuers that he had always seen in his eyes, screaming in horror and turning into flying ash.

In that space full of black and white, he saw the only silver-haired girl who still had her own color, looking at him indifferently like a god, and said expressionlessly: "...I didn't expect such a cowardly bug , could it be the concubine's blood relatives, is the other half of the human blood in the body too weak, the scene just now really disgraced the concubine and the vampire."

A rain, I don't know when it started to fall, it fell on his face, his hair, his body, his feet...

He saw the silver-haired girl with the crown walking in front of his mother indifferently, and said arrogantly to his mother: "You have become so weak and incompetent after not seeing you for a few years, Lisa."

"Long time no see, Sora." His mother showed the kind of extremely gentle smile that he rarely saw, and he stared blankly at the warm smile on his mother's face, as if seeing the clear sky: "... Your mouth is still as bad as ever..."

He had never seen such a relaxed mother since he was sensible, and he began to wonder who the girl in front of him was.

"Hmph." The girl snorted coldly, but the mother still looked at the girl with that extremely gentle smile, and said softly, "... Kong, I have a ruthless feeling when I come here this time." Please, I hope you can agree."

"Please don't interrupt me, let me finish these words, or I'm afraid that I won't have the chance to say it again..." The girl sneered, as if she wanted to interrupt her mother's conversation, but her mother's expression was full of pleading The look in her eyes made the girl stop, she closed her eyes, and said nothing.

"The boy in front of you, his name is Lan Jiaer, is what I said in the letter, your nephew." The mother has been sitting on the ground like that, and the heavy injury made it impossible for her to stand up and face her eyes At this moment, he realized that the girl in front of him was his aunt. (Actually, aunt is more correct, but aunt sounds better, so I chose this name~)

"...As you can see, my injury can no longer be healed...so I hope that you can take care of him for me..." The pleading in the mother's eyes was even worse, she tried her best to move forward and grabbed My sister's gorgeous skirt: "...I know that I am not qualified to ask for it. During the decades you were in the castle, you were also like this. No one cared about it. You spent it alone...I didn't It is my fault to take care of you, and now I am not qualified to ask you to do these things... But, Sora, after I passed away, he is your only relative... He is a good boy, I am not good... It's just life After leaving him, there is no way to be responsible for this life..."

"...I'm dying, Sora..."

"...Just take it as me begging you, because there is still a thousand years of sisterhood between me and you... help me take care of him... okay?"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he could only vaguely see the silver-haired girl agreeing with a blank face, and he could only vaguely see his mother showing a relieved smile, and said softly to himself: "I'm sorry. , Xiaojia..." Then she closed her eyes.

He couldn't remember how long he had been crying, and he couldn't remember how long the heavy rain had been falling.No one came to shed tears for his mother's death, only he knelt in the mud in front of the grave stupidly, kneeling until his whole body was tingling.

He didn't know when the raindrops left his body, he opened his eyes numbly, and there was a little confusion in those red and swollen eyes: ... the rain has stopped, has it...

A pair of exquisite and beautiful court shoes appeared beside him. He looked up the court shoes in a daze, and saw his aunt by blood, looking at him with eyes as crystal clear as amethyst. .

Maybe it was his own delusion... He thought to himself mockingly:... He was able to see the pity that didn't belong to these eyes at all from these inorganic eyes.

"...Don't cry." The girl said softly: "...Although this concubine can't understand your feelings, it is enough to imagine the kind of grief that is irreversible because you are not strong enough."

"... Heh, heh..." He heard his throat so dry that he could hardly make a sound: "...Can you, understand?"

"...You can understand, what..."

"..." The girl stopped talking.

"...you go..." He tried his best to squeeze out these few words with his voice that was so hoarse that he couldn't hear clearly: "...no need, you take care of me."

"...I can't live anymore..." After he said this with a ashen face, he lay down in front of his mother's grave again, numbly waiting for his own death.

"...Can't survive?" The girl's sarcasm suddenly came from the ear: "...It's just such a setback, can't survive?"

Nameless anger suddenly burned from his heart, he bit his teeth fiercely, and stared fiercely at the silver-haired girl over there with a pair of eyes that looked like wounded beasts.

"...Don't take what you have experienced too seriously, you cowardly bug." Enraged by that sight, the girl threw the umbrella aside abruptly, and at that extremely fast speed, pinched it with one hand. He grabbed his neck, lifted him high, and said sarcastically: "How many years can you engrave this feeling in your memory? Let me guess... one year? Two years? Five years? Ten years Years? 20 years?"

Facing the threat of death, he began to resist unconsciously, but for some reason, his height was obviously much taller than the girl's, but he couldn't even touch the ground, and oxygen began to scramble out of his lungs , the brain is also gradually congested, the face gradually turns purple, and the vision in front of the eyes also starts to turn black, with dots of light spots appearing:... Yes, dead...

"You don't even know what the real pain is, but you say you are going to die in front of the concubine? Hehe, who gave you the courage to make you feel that it is just this level that you can't accept it?!" The girl's silver hair Her hair seemed to be shaking because of anger, she threw the other person down fiercely, took out her handkerchief as if she had touched something dirty, and wiped her hands, but this scene hurt him deeply eyes.

"I don't even have the consciousness to live, how could she have a son like you..." Seemingly quite disappointed, the girl calmed down, and said flatly: "...If it's because she doesn't have the strength to live, Then go find another support yourself. Your mother loved you, so she entrusted you to my concubine before she died. My concubine owes her a favor since she was a child, and my concubine will be responsible for raising you, and your task It is to live well until one day, the value you create is enough for you to choose to die."

"...Whether you want to admit it or not, I am your only relative. No matter what you do wrong, I will do my best to protect you, and even spend my whole life by my side, until you Really, when I can bear the weight of your own life, I will let go."

After the girl finished saying this, she turned and left indifferently. The cold raindrops were mixed with the wind and hit him, taking away the last trace of warmth from his body. He suddenly remembered the last thing his mother said to him. One sentence: "I'm sorry, Xiaojia... live on..."

He knew that he would never forget this night, this heavy rain, and never forget that sentence, live on.

However, he found that after his mother passed away, he had become different from everyone else after this incident...

He has no love.

All he has is greed, pain, and obsession.

In order to survive, he began to work hard to find anything that could ignite his obsession... Then he set his sights on the queen who had promised to accompany him for the rest of his life.

...and then...the wrong obsession started.

Because of him, she left this world, but met the person she really loved.

Because of her, he chose to commit suicide, but he really lost what he had hoped for in his life.

... His obsession has become a joke.

... His wasted time turned into a joke.

... And the most unbearable thing for him is - the beginning of all this is wrong.

...Maybe I should change my way and choose to accompany her.He was thinking like this, when faced with the hand that was reaching out to him, he still pulled it up resolutely: ...There is no way to be with you, so let me accompany you in my own way.

Hello, my queen.

... Farewell, my queen.

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