Whispering Poems

Chapter 2642: The Nun of the Fifth Epoch
Realizing that he was about to reach his destination, Xia De looked ahead more carefully. The thick white fog completely blocked his vision at this time, but gradually, he still saw the familiar glow of the dark moon.

The moon, half submerged in the water in the distance, became clearer and clearer behind the thick fog, until even Ms. Bullock noticed it.

So the two of them stood up together, watching the fog around them become lighter and lighter. Before they knew it, there were many more pure white souls standing on the water around the boat, and at this time, the dark moon had already illuminated them in this dark water.

Silent and quiet, this is the end of everything and the destination of the soul after death.

The last time Shade appeared here was when he was on the verge of death in the Battle of Moon Bay. At that time, Detective Sparrow, the "Chosen One of Darkness" Ivan Darkness, Hela Oxenfurt, the female knight of the Fifth Epoch, Miss Knight, and the mother and daughter of the little black cat were all here to greet him, but he didn't see any familiar faces at this time.

The boat slid forward slowly for a distance before it came to a complete stop. Under the dark moon, they all seemed to be dyed silver, but no shadows were left on the boat. Ms. Bullock watched this scene with bated breath. Perhaps because of the protection of this small boat, they did not feel any discomfort here.

Xia De gave her some time to sense everything around her. He lowered his head and touched the cat that was looking at Mingyue. Then he handed the mithril eye mask to the witch. She took it hesitantly, but did not call out immediately:
"Tell me, should I really disturb my sister's peace after death?"

The silence at the moment made her hesitate.

"We're already here, do you really want to think about this now?"

Xia De raised her eyebrows, and the 13th-level witch nodded slightly, then widened her eyes and looked down at the familiar eye mask. She gently stroked the complex patterns on the surface of the eye mask with her hand, then raised it and said loudly to the dark moon:
"Sister! Jessica Bullock!"

She really mustered up all her strength to call out there, but the sound coming out was still not loud.

The two and the well-behaved cat all looked around, but no one turned back after the call. Ms. Bullock waited for a while, then lowered her head in a somewhat lonely manner. However, Shade's hand reached out from the side and took the blindfold back:

"Perhaps someone holding the power of the First Flame is needed to do this - Ms. Jessica Bullock, are you here?"

He also raised the eye mask high in front of Mingyue, and the sound he made with all his strength was much louder than the witch's shout just now, even without using the "Magic - Dragon Roar" to amplify it.

The light of the Dark Moon seemed to become brighter, and the blindfold under the moonlight also seemed to light up. The 13th-level witch looked around with the last hope, and at this moment, she saw a figure suddenly stop among the souls walking towards the Dark Moon.

The figure's outfit was so familiar to both Shade and the witch. It looked like the gray-black nun's robe had been popular since the Fifth Era. She also had long gray hair, but the bright red embers at the ends of her hair made her look different from other souls.

The soul turned around, and Ms. Bullock covered her mouth and trembled all over. The nun, who looked to be in her thirties and had a five percent resemblance to Ms. Bullock, walked in the opposite direction with the other souls towards the boat under the dark moon.

The water rippled with every step she took, and Shad noticed that the spirit of "Sister Brock" also had burn marks on her arms and clothes.

"elder sister!"

The witch wanted to jump off the boat to meet him, but was quickly pulled back by Shade:

"You're crazy, you think you can stand on this water?"

The nun who was walking towards them stopped at a distance from the boat.

Her spirit body did not wear an eye patch, but a circle of black gauze on her face. Her temperament was slightly different from Sister Defulin, but very similar. If Sister Defulin was a scarred piece of ice, then this lady was like a fragile snowflake that was about to melt.

Xia De could feel that she was looking at the two people on the boat, or more accurately, she was looking at him. After a moment of silence, the nun did not open her mouth, and a gentle and cold voice automatically appeared in Xia De's ears:

"Hero of the Fire Bearer, is there anything you need my help with?"

The voice was echoing, and the language she spoke, from the middle of the Fifth Age, sounded grammatically older than either Miss Bullock or Mr. Nelson.

Xia De explained somewhat awkwardly:

"I don't need any help at the moment. It's your sister who wants to see you. I'm just leading the way for her."

The nun with the black veil in front of her eyes then "looked" at her sister, and the two sisters looked at each other in silence. The nun's soul was expressionless, while the witch's face was full of nostalgia and a little sadness:
"Sister, why did you... I know you have your own responsibilities. Once you set foot on the path of the Fire Nun, there is no turning back. But why, why did you lie to me before you died and say that you would wait for me in death?"

The souls whose faces could not be seen around them spontaneously avoided the location of the boat. The tall boatman at the stern also stood there motionless with the oars in his hand. Xia De took Mia and stepped back a few steps to give them some time.

The cat was not afraid of this place at all. In fact, it seemed that Xia De had brought it here several times.

"If it weren't for this gentleman's help, I wouldn't even have the chance to see you again. I don't hate you for lying to me and finding you the first flame that burned you, but I hate you for lying to me until the end!"

She already had a tearful tone as she spoke. Even though she was a thirteenth-level witch, she still looked like a little girl in front of her "sister".

"I've lied to you many times."

The nun replied calmly:
"Before the old nun took me away, she told me all the consequences of choosing this path. But in order for you to concentrate on your witch studies, I did not tell you."

The tearful witch looked up at her sister in shock, she had always believed that her sister only knew what she was supposed to do after being taken away by the old nun.

"From that moment on, I had already decided to keep deceiving you. I chose a fate for myself that cannot be changed. There is no need for you to know everything, but if you can detect those lies yourself, it shows your own ability."

She seemed to have already thought about how to deal with her sister's questioning:

"Before I died, I knew that you and I would never meet again after death because of the special nature of my soul. At that time, you were sad because you found the flame and caused my death. Should I tell you at that time that we would never have the chance to meet again even after death?"

The extremely calm tone spoke a sentence that made the witch extremely sad:

"Ania Bullock, there are only two things in my life that I care about. One is you, and the other is fire.

For you, I gave myself to the fire; for the fire, I deceived you. If you need my apology, I can apologize to you now, but don't punish yourself for these things, don't live for me. "

"But you live for me!"

The two sisters looked at each other and were silent for a few seconds:
"Because I'm your sister."

This time the witch couldn't help but cover her face and burst into tears. She even squatted down on the boat because she couldn't stand steadily.

The crying lady thought of everything that had happened since the death of her parents, the two sisters' dependence on each other as children, their separation in their girlhood, their bits of contact in their youth, and their mutual dependence after each of them had their own goals in life.

As she was crying, she suddenly felt that the light of the silver moon in front of her was dimming. She raised her head with tears in her eyes and found that the nun with her back to the moon had walked to the front of the boat.

The witch stood up immediately, and the two sisters hugged each other tightly at the bow of the boat.

“So, some things can be solved if we talk about them.”

Shade held Mia in his arms and watched the scene with great satisfaction. Although the story of this witch seemed to have nothing to do with his mission "Waiting with mortals for those who are about to leave", Shade was still very happy to see this story and contribute to its resolution.

The two sisters who were hugging each other soon separated again in front of the dark moon. The nun was still standing in front of the bow, while Ms. Bullock wiped her tears and her voice sounded much more normal:

"Sister, before I die, I will find a way to see you again after death. I will sit in the seat of the Great Witch of Death, and I will do everything I can to achieve my goal. You have been doing this for me all your life, and I must hold your hand after I die."

A faint smile appeared on the face of the peaceful nun. She did not object to her sister's idea, but turned to look at Xia De:

"The hero who bears the fire."

"I'm here."

The witch temporarily stepped aside, and Shade came to the bow again. Seeing that the nun stretched out her hand to him, Shade handed over the mithril eye mask under the moonlight. But the nun shook her head, and Shade hesitantly extended his hand again.

Sister Bullock grabbed his hand, and after a moment's hold she asked:

"Has the first flame of the Sixth Epoch already weakened to this extent?"

Xia De didn't ask her how she knew the time she belonged to:

"This is already very powerful. My fire-bearing sister has found a lot of firewood and the flames of the First Flame. She said that the dimming of the First Flame represents the weakening of the world, and no one can stop it."

Sister Bullock nodded slightly, but still did not let go of Shade's hand. Then the red flame lit up again from the two people's tightly clasped hands, and a little power from the soul was shared with Shade. Mia then wanted to put her claws on their hands, but was stopped by Shade's left hand.

The fire-bearing nun of the Fifth Epoch bowed slightly to him:

"Please touch my darkness. Even if I didn't meet a hero capable of bearing the fire while I was alive, I am still a nun holding the fire."