The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 270 Ch269 The Woman on the Lonely Island

Chapter 270 Ch.269 The Woman on the Lonely Island
The slowly dissipating mist was soon blown away by the forest wind.

There was no trace of the elves.

Like it had never been there.

The tall creature with wings on its back had already arrived in front of Roland and Xiandel. As it also stepped over Fernandez, the girl could hardly control her laughter.

Although her fate will be the same as Roland's.

However, she is not afraid of death.

die?

That's liberation.

She pulled out her gun and pointed it at Fernandez who was not far away, waiting for the moment when Roland was beheaded so that she could shoot the captain's brain with a bullet.

But the angel did not move.

It only stared at the young man who was in deep sleep with its sharp eagle eyes.

Looked for a long time.

The giant python beside his feet stood up alertly.

Shandel thought about it, bent down, and picked up a forearm-long feather that had fallen from the bird with his other hand.

Look at it over and over again.

There were no more spider-like monsters, no more white flames burning the forest, no more roars and miserable wails of the citizens.

Several living creatures silently observed what they wanted to observe.

Until the sunset found its beloved horizon.

Until the metal box continued to drip bronze liquid, it became soft and slipped from the young man's palm like watered mud, feeding the withering roses on the ground and the flesh under the thorns.

Only then did the angel slowly speak.

This time it wasn't Carlotta's voice.

It was a foreign language that sounded like an eagle's cry, but was not too harsh.

Shandel didn't understand.

"You choose your own destiny."

Like Haldir, it also knelt before Roland.

“You have to accept the pain and gift that comes with making choices.”

it says.

Then, he raised a sharp claw and gently wiped the neck.

The grayish-white scales are broken.

Hot golden liquid oozes out from beneath the skin.

Under the gaze of Chandel, it slowly approached the 'dead' Roland, approached him, or even hugged him.

This alluring liquid, as bright and sticky as honey, quickly awakened a soul that was about to fall into eternal sleep.

But not in a respectable way.

Because the next scene reminded Xiandel of cultists, babies, syringes, and those lazy people on the street who never had enough food.

…………

……

The soul has no concept of time when it walks in the darkness.

Roland only remembered that he came across a wheat field, saw several paralyzed black cats, and walked through a dark corridor.

Someone had immersed him in a bottomless ocean, and his body was covered with deep-sea parasites.

He drifted and wandered hopelessly with the waves, and after many years, he turned into a pile of rotten bones - light, relieved bones.

He has been to almost all places with the ocean currents.

Waiting for the end of a huge wave, he was pushed into the shallow sea by the tide of rolling green algae.

Led by the fish, saying goodbye to the snails and crabs.

He was washed up on the beach and greeted by a cheerful woman.

She said: 'I thought it was meat to fill my stomach.'

Roland said, "Grind my bones into powder."

She was reluctant: 'It's too much effort.'

She cut wood on this uninhabited island and made a swing.

When Roland arrived on the beach, she was swinging on the beach and laughing happily.

The face was blurry, the hair couldn't be seen clearly, but the voice was really gentle.

'Where are you from?'

She asked.

"A deep sea," said Roland. "A sea I cannot remember."

She said the sea is the sea, there is no such thing as remembering it clearly or not.

She asked Roland what he wanted to eat.

Roland said that bones cannot be eaten.

He spent many years with the woman on the island - just as Roland could not remember which sea it was, he could not remember how long they had been together.

The swing did not rot due to the fishy and salty sea breeze. Instead, it looked like new every day.

Most of the time, it accompanies the woman's laughter.

'Why are you here?'

Roland asked.

'Because I'm supposed to be here.'

the woman answered.

"You are just one person," Roland asked again.

"I won't be alone forever," she said. "I'll wait for someone, a hero, and he'll come to me."

'How long?'

"Soon." She looked at the sea with great anticipation, the black waves that kept rolling, the storms that occasionally swept in, the lightning and thunder, the unknown islands that closed and split, split and closed again.

Roland was curious about what kind of hero she was talking about. He thought, why not leave this island?

He wanted to see what the hero looked like and whether he also liked the swing.

someday.

The woman told Roland shyly.

'In fact, he is more than a hero.'

she says.

'Still my love. The one I miss, the one I cannot forget, the one I am waiting for.'

Roland became even more curious.

"I won't leave. I want to see the hero." He said. "But the island is too lonely. Don't you plan to grow something besides the swing?"

Day two.

The isolated island is still an isolated island, but it is full of flowers.

Colorful and gorgeous flower garden.

Swings and laughter sway in the fragrance.

'Too long,' said Roland.

Maybe after a hundred years, two hundred years?

too long.

Where is the hero?

'Why don't you have any patience? ' The woman was angry: 'My hero will definitely come.'

"How did he come?" Roland asked the woman, and continued to mock her: "Like me, he turned into bones and came?"

She did not refute, but murmured softly:

'As long as you come, it's all right.'

Another two hundred years, three hundred years.

Roland was a little bored. It would be better to be free in the sea than to bask in the sun in the flower garden - at least the waves could take him to many places.

'Tell me a story.' Roland said, 'I seem to remember a lot, but I have forgotten everything.'

The woman laughed at him for being brainless, and he said, "I was brainless to begin with."

'What shall I tell you then?'

She thought about it.

'How about telling a story about 'Unforgiving Mercy'?'

"What an ugly name," said Roland.

'Are you good at naming?'

"Maybe, I should be very good at it." Roland was confident about this.

And so the story begins.

"Moisten your bones," the woman picked up a fallen fruit from the ground - a golden fruit, and threw it to Roland.

She sat back on the swing, rocked again, and began to talk.

'I was once on another island, not this one, but another, very far away, very beautiful, very big island.'

she says.

'But I discovered a secret.'

She spoke.

Roland asked what the secret was, but accidentally pierced the yellow berry, causing the juice to drip all over his skull.

For the first time in thousands of years, he felt hungry.

eager.

The golden, viscous liquid exudes an extremely tempting aroma.

Since he couldn't suck it with his mouth, he simply poured the juice all over his bones.

'I discovered a secret.'

The woman watched him turn golden and continued.

'The island is sinking.'

"Oh." Roland continued casually, drinking juice, "So you changed the island, came to this lonely place, and built a swing."

She said, 'I'm supposed to be here, I made a promise with the hero - no, this is not part of the story, don't interrupt me.'

Roland stopped talking.

She continued.

'The island is sinking. An island is sinking.'

she says.

"I heard that there seemed to be a nasty monster that was going to eat the treasures on the island and cause the big and beautiful place to sink."

'But there is a way, a good way to save the island.'

she said to herself.

'Bones, bones, what shall I do?'

Roland said, this is your story, not mine.

'Yes.' The woman sighed, 'So I left a bear trap - you know what a bear trap is?'

Roland said the clamp would kill the monster.

'Maybe, maybe not.'

The woman said that wasn't necessarily the case.

If the clamp had killed it, the island wouldn't have had to sink; if it hadn't…

Roland said, obviously not.

Because you changed the island, it proves that the previous big and beautiful one has sunk.

'No. '

said the woman.

'I don't know if it will sink. I don't know if the monster will be killed by the trap, or if it will kill the trap and get the treasure under the trap that I use to reward its bravery.'

Roland was puzzled.

Why reward it if you're going to kill the monster that destroyed the island?

The woman was silent for a long time.

'Because it has nothing to do with me anymore.'

she says.

'I have to leave that island.'

'After I leave, does the island still have anything to do with me?'

Roland said, of course, that was the island where you once lived, and no one would want the place where they lived to be destroyed by monsters.

The woman looked at him.

The golden juice made the light white bones look heavy and firm.

It was almost blinding, like a gorgeous object made of gold.

'I heard that half of the island might be destroyed, and the other half might be destroyed by the monster that destroyed the island.'

'It's half possible.'

'I heard that.'

The woman's voice became fainter and fainter, almost drowned out by the sea breeze.

"So, I respect what I heard and let the monster choose its own path--"

"Destroy the trap, leaving behind a beautiful and eternal island... Although the creatures on the island will not thank me, nor will they thank the dead monster. Or, destroy the trap and go to your own predetermined path..."

I heard, I heard.

Heard it.

Roland asked the woman, who told you that?
A clear and pleasant laughter came from behind the blur.

She swung on the swing, faster and faster.

"Listen to the road."

she says.

“The road told me.”

the way…

Roland seemed to recall some familiar words.

That 'road' in memory...

"You should go, Roland Collins."

On the woman's skin, Roland saw burning, golden flames.