Team villains except me

“During the short and long nights, I often thought that maybe I only existed to experience pain.

Chachas is within my reach, but its moonlight does not shine for me.

——Kalan Christine”

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"I'm sorry, Norvia."

After Yusili went upstairs, Joshua looked at the half-mermaid apologetically.

Norvia blinked, revealing a clear doubt.

"why?"

Joshua also became uncertain.

"Because Yusri said something outrageous...?"

Norvia tilted her head slightly, her white hair waving like snow blown by the wind.

"Joshua, what Yusri said is not too much for me. To take coercive measures to protect my family, if it were me, I would do the same.

Likewise, Caritan will do the same. "

After sorting out Norvia's words, Joshua froze in place, and his nose suddenly became very sour.

He felt guilty for being loved.

I also regret that Kalan has lost his love.

Joshua took a few steps back and stood behind the half-mermaid.

Norvia looked back at him without knowing why.

Joshua held his coin purse and motioned for Norvia to go in first, and he could just follow.

Norvia narrowed her eyes slightly, somewhat aware of Joshua's thoughts. But she didn't say anything, she just gently opened the door to the guest room.

Kalan sat quietly on the snow-white bed, like a breathing sculpture. He turned his head as if feeling something, and smiled reluctantly into the air.

The green eye was dull.

Norvia saw a water rabbit lying on his shoulder.

The water bunny was sickly and looked like he was about to fade away.

Nolvia thought a little dullly.

Will even the water rabbit left by the genius water magician become dim with the death of its owner?

"Norvia."

The boy with strange eyes called her name, and his tone sounded very much like Caritan's.

Norvia unexpectedly met Kalan's eyes.

Kalan seemed to know which direction she was, looking straight at her, and then spoke solemnly.

"Thank you."

The emotions contained in this thank you were too complicated, and Norvia didn't know how to react for a moment.

Kalan didn't need pity, and words of comfort were of no real use. Even if Norvia understood the numbing sadness, she would not be able to give Kalan any constructive advice.

Just like her depression and decadence after facing the death of her parents.

Even the gentle moon will drown in the endless night. If she wants light, she has to go to the long river of sorrow to personally fish for the sun she lost.

Kallan needs to overcome this on his own.

She didn't stay here just to get rid of Kalan.

"Kalan, do you have any plans for the future? Teacher Valerio, your current guardian, has provided you with some options.

You can inherit Caritan's theater and become its owner. If you want to learn, Mr. Valerio will find you a safe school. If you don’t want to stay here, Teacher Valerio will prepare a new identity for you——"

"I want revenge."

Kalan's expression was particularly serious. The water rabbit on his shoulder stood up unsteadily, with stiff movements and monotonous colors.

"I want revenge on Chachas."

His words were too firm, as if what he was talking about was the future that would actually happen in the near future. They were so firm that Norvia could not say anything to dissuade him.

But Norvia knew very well that even if Kalan paid for his whole life, he might not be able to complete his revenge.

The lords of Chachas have a huge network of connections behind them. The church, royal power and the army were all mixed together, and even Valerio, as the chairman of Albersgaard, did not dare to act rashly.

In the face of such a behemoth, revenge is unwise.

It's just... so what if it's unwise?

When she was determined to take revenge, didn't she know what would happen if she killed the noble? Doesn't she understand the cost of contending with the nobles? Doesn't she know who's behind the hard times she's having?

she knows.

She knew, but she did it anyway.

That was the reason to save her, the reason she could survive.

Of course she knew that her parents would not blame her, and she also understood that if her parents were still alive, they would not want her to trap herself in hatred.

But she couldn't help it.

Why can't she hate? Why can't she hate? What qualifications does she have to stop revenge and live a peaceful life?

Why is it that the culprit is still sitting in a luxurious carriage and can bring his son's body back to the family for a funeral in an honorable manner - while the death of her parents is like a shame.

Everyone avoids it, everyone despises it.

So she calmly, carefully and happily sent the noble man to reunite with his beast son underground.

"There was something wrong with the carriage" was such a reasonable explanation, as reasonable as her father's sudden death at home.

Of course she was suspected. Of course she would be locked in a dark room and interrogated intensively for two days by the dead noble lord's men. Of course she will be subject to endless interrogations, unexpected mental attacks, and constant intimidation and inducement.

But what does this mean compared to the success of revenge?

Norvia lowered her eyes, her whole body was cold and silent, as if she had fallen into the deep sea, and even her eyes were a little cold.

But her attitude towards Kalan is still gentle.

"Revenge... that will be a long road. Kalan, how do you plan to take revenge?"

Kalan was silent.

Joshua, who was standing behind, listened to the trend of the conversation and looked at the half-mermaid and his blind patient who were in a strange mood while hesitating to speak.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Kalan say, "I want to study in Albersig, and I want to become a magician like Caritan."

Joshua hissed.

"Although, that...Kalan, I think your idea is good, but there is a problem. Magic cannot be learned. Only those who have awakened to magic can become magicians-"

Kallan stretched out his hand.

The rough water rabbit on his shoulder jumped into his palm, his movements clumsy and reckless.

He gritted his teeth and gasped laboriously, as if the words he was about to say would slit his throat with barbs.

"I-awakened the water magic.

I...awakened...water magic..."

Kalan clenched his fists. The expression on his face was so struggling, he seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time, and it also carried the kind of hatred and sorrow that smelled of blood and was suppressed to the extreme but could not be suppressed.

...How come there are two water magicians in one family?

This is too much of a coincidence.

It can almost be called a miracle.

It's just that this miracle came a little late.

Nolvia looked at the water bunny that made her feel disobedient from the beginning, and finally got the answer.

That was not the gift Caritan left for Kallan.

It's the mercy of the gods - or it's the punishment of bad taste.

Is a late miracle still a miracle?

If her water magic could be awakened earlier, would she be able to have a home to return to during the holidays, ride in the carriage her father repaired, and eat her mother's vanilla bread?

Kallan would think so too.

Norvia looked at Kalan.

Could he also be thinking that if he could awaken the water magic earlier, his and Caritan's predicament would be better, and Caritan would not die?

Yes, he would think so.

Kalan's tears fell on the water rabbit he had conjured. He held his head high, and his tiny sobs revealed his huge despair.

"Why, why are you here now, why is it water magic..."

No one can give him an answer.

Tick, tick.

Norvia thought it was Kalan's tears that fell to the ground.

But she felt the abundant moisture——

Kallan felt it too.

The weather outside the manor was gloomy, and it started to rain without warning.

"Shouldn't it be a sunny day today?"

Joshua opened the secret door in the guest room that led directly to the garden in confusion - and then Norvia realized why she smelled the fragrance of flowers that shouldn't have been there last night, and...

Who does this rain come from?

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It was pouring rain.

Kalan stood up in a daze and floated into the garden of Deshi Manor like a ghost. He raised his hand and touched the familiar water magic.

This was Caritan's final farewell to him.

Kalan wanted to hold onto the rain, but things that had passed away could not be retained. He was soaked by the heavy rain, as if he was being baptized.

But Kalan didn't realize it. He was pleading.

“…I don’t want freedom, I don’t want happiness, I don’t want a new beginning, I don’t want water magic, I don’t want joy.

Caritan... don't leave me alone, please, please, Caritan, don't go..."

Kallan reached out to the rain, as if it would bring him back to the time when Caritan would take his hand and lift him up when he fell.

He hasn't learned to say goodbye yet.

Caritan taught him how to read, taught him how to find water, taught him how to feed rabbits... but she never taught him how to say goodbye.

He doesn't want to learn to say goodbye yet.

The last words he said to Caritan were "stay away from me."

That wasn't what he meant, it was just that he had a knife hidden in his sleeve and he didn't want Caritan to find out.

What were Caritan's last words to him?

Is it the usual "I'm leaving, you take care of yourself" before leaving? Or was it left to him in the fantasy, "Live for me"?

he does not know. He doesn't remember. He regrets so much.

"Kalan little dwarf beans,"

A familiar voice sounded, and Kalan suddenly raised his head, but there was only rain spray.

He suddenly remembered that water seemed to have memory.

What can be stored.

For example, a sister’s final instructions.

"...You have to live for yourself."

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— The rain stopped.

Dawn has come.

The sun rising in the distance burned unbridled, and the sky was gradually filled with light, slowly turning into different shades of blue.

The moisture from the rain has evaporated, and the warm summer breeze rushes over impatiently.

The young man who had been kneeling on the ground was still covered with some wet rainwater, and the wind brought a chill that made people shiver.

Slowly, slowly he stood up.

Facing the light of the sun, it seems like I have come to life again.

His green eye, which should have been blind, was as bright and lively as the full leaves of ivy.

He looked up at the sky that seemed to be washed by water for a long time.

He then looked towards the mermaid and the healer.

He looked into the eyes of the half-mermaid and the handmade coin purse held by the healer.

He muttered unconsciously.

"So blue."

……

Joshua looked blankly at Kalan's green eyes.

The eye was damaged and infected, and no healer could cure it.

The eye that theoretically cannot see any light.

The eye that was now intact and could see vivid colors.

Joshua thought of the unusually heavy rain and the dead water magician who was said to be a genius.

He understood it all.

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"...Norvia, a miracle has come."