Black Knight From Blue Star

Monica looked at the diary page by page. She flipped through the pages very quickly, and within a short time, she had finished reading several books.

 Hardy, on the other hand, sees more slowly.

 The life fragments recorded in it, some of them have "impressions" on Hardy, and some of them don't.

  After all, perspectives are different, and other people’s descriptions are different from your own senses.

Hardy looked at it for a while and found that Monica's face was full of tears.

 Her eyes were full of tears.

 This woman... is so full of emotions.

Hadi put down the diary. It seemed to record some trivial matters in life, and Hardy was not very interested in it.

He looked at Monica, who seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Hadi thought for a while, then left the study, closing the door for her.

　　Having not taken a few steps, I heard heartbreaking cries coming from inside.

　Hardy shook his head helplessly.

Hardy has a lot of questions in his heart now, but it doesn’t matter. By tomorrow, Monica will probably be willing to talk to him.

 Back in her room, Sophie's body was spread out and she raised her fingers at Hadi.

 After a while of attacking, the two fell into a deep sleep.

 The next day, after Hardy got up, he came to the main hall to have breakfast.

　　At this time, the butler was already very calm in his work, and Link stood by to serve him.

Sophie came out of the kitchen with breakfast.

 Compared with other maids, Sophie's craftsmanship is more than a little better.

Of course, the maids also help.

  After all, in addition to Hardy and Sophie, there are still a dozen Silver Moon Witches who need to fill their bellies.

 The breakfast area was almost full of people.

 But until the end of breakfast, Monica did not come down.

 Hardy estimated that she was still grieving.

Hardy asked the maid to pack a breakfast and deliver it to Monica.

 Then Hardy waited here for a day, but did not see Monica coming to him.

 At dusk, Hardy sighed softly.

 He didn’t know when Monica would be able to get over her sadness.

 As the great lord, Hardy does not need to do many things, but many things require him to make decisions.

 Therefore it is impossible to stay anywhere else for long.

If Monica can't get over her sadness tomorrow, explain things clearly, etc., he will leave the day after tomorrow.

 After all...this matter is actually not important to him.

 With his own strength now, no matter where his soul belongs, it has nothing to do with the overall situation.

 But just when Hardy made his decision, Monica came out of the master bedroom and found him.

 “Let’s talk.” Monica’s voice was hoarse.

 After all, I’ve been crying for so long, so it’s normal to have such a voice.

Hardy nodded.

 The two came to the study room again.

She sat down at the desk, stroked the smooth surface of the desk, and said sadly: "I don't know what to call you, but I will tell you everything I know. Can you listen?"

Hardy looked at the other person's eyes that were as red and swollen as steamed buns and said, "No problem."    "I said before that when I was about to give birth to a child, I sensed an alien soul, under the influence of a powerful force. , entered into the body of my child ready for birth, covering his young and still growing soul.”

 He did say this before.

This is what Hardy also finds strange.

 He only appeared in this body about two years ago, but at that time, there was only one soul, and it was a soul that was about to be completely broken.

  She looked at Hadi and said calmly: "That's you."

"Impossible." Hardy shook his head: "I just..." two years ago.

“I am a Unicorn Knight, good at using magic. I don’t have much research on soul magic, but I can still recognize the fluctuations of the soul.”

Her red eyes looked at Hadi, and she said very seriously, "It's you! The fluctuations in your soul are exactly the same as what I sensed seventeen years ago."

　Hardy frowned: "But..."

“I know what you want to say.” Monica wiped her eyes and continued: “But it’s really you.”

 "Okay. It's me..." Hardy was a little depressed.

 What are you arguing with a stubborn woman who has lost her child?

"After giving birth to you, I planned to kill you. After all, I knew you killed my child and was a lich who resurrected his body."

When Monica said this, it stands to reason that she should be as murderous as before, but the way she looked at Hardy now was full of tenderness.

Hady was slightly surprised.

"But Lawrence doesn't agree. He thinks you are his child. He refuses to let me do anything." Monica stroked the notebook stacked on the desk: "I had a quarrel with him over this, and it was a very serious quarrel. In just three days, we had an almost irreparable rift.”

Monica showed a self-deprecating smile.

"Actually, I can't do anything at all. Even if someone takes over my child's soul, how can I do something about the child's body..." Monica took a deep breath, and the throbbing pain that touched her soul made her Almost unable to breathe: "I just used this way to vent my anger and unwillingness to be powerless, and in the end I deeply hurt Lawrence."

Hardy listened quietly.

Perhaps Monica is really miserable, but it cannot arouse Hardy's empathy.

"I ignored Lawrence's dissuasion and left home." Monica put her forehead with one hand, as if recalling this incident was a huge blow to her.

"You will know what happened next." Monica couldn't help but get wet in her eyes again: "Lawrence pulled you up with difficulty..."

　　Well…it’s actually not difficult.

 Old Hardy was a wealthy businessman no matter what. His family was rich and had a maid, so he hardly needed to take care of the children.

In addition, Hardy has been playing with Ryan and Karina since he was sensible.

Laurence hardly worried.

Of course, it is normal for Monica to be filled with guilt and self-blame for Lawrence's death, and to have filters in her eyes.

"That's it?" Hardy shrugged: "I'll reiterate, I'm not your child."

"No, you are..." Monica pointed to the notebook on her desk: "After you were born, you were just a baby, not an adult with a mature soul. If you said you came here two years ago, that means You were fused with my child until something happened two years ago, and then...your soul woke up. "

Hardy was stunned for a moment, and then reacted immediately.

 The sleeping consciousness cannot perceive the passage of time.

　　If Monica had not lied, then she would have come here long ago and grown up as Hardy for fifteen years until...that soul was broken.

 Hold on, that’s not right either.

 It should be said...the soul that licked the dog before is actually a part of myself.

 I am not a pure Earthling, nor am I a pure Hardy.

 It’s a Chimera!

Looking at Hardy's pupils shaking, Monica stood up with a gentle expression on her face: "So, you are also my child!" (End of this chapter)