novelzi Chapter 38 40:The Old Witch
Chapter 38 40:The Old Witch
"You need to take care of yourself after I leave. Don't act like a hooligan and start vaping and taking weeds."
A sweet melodious voice echoed in my ears.
I stood in a faint white room.
My body was trembling, yet my hands were tightly holding onto my mother's.
Her frail, thin hands felt so fragile in mine. Her once vibrant face was now pale, the skin almost translucent, and her eyes though tired still held that same warmth I had always known. A faint smile curved on her lips, kind yet sorrowful, and it made my heart ache with a pain I couldn't fully describe.
I choked on my breath, barely able to keep the tears from falling. "I wish I could protect you more."
"I wish I could be a better son who doesn't trouble you anymore."
"I wished I was good to you and would be a good son, but I failed miserably and only now am I realizing how much I had neglected you. I was just a selfish guy who always thinks of himself without understanding your trouble."
I whispered, my voice slowly breaking, but she squeezed my hands gently, offering me comfort despite her pain.
"It's okay, my child. It's not your fault, and you were a good child who never brought me any trouble."
"You were brilliant and deserve more than what you have."
Her voice was soft, but her words carried a heavy weight. "This world is cruel and unforgiving. If you expect too much, you will be betrayed. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't expect anything," she said, her tone calm and steady like she had seen this all before.
I couldn't stop the tears now; they flowed freely as I looked at her face, at the fragile woman I once thought invincible. "But, Mom... what should I do after you leave?" I asked, my voice cracking, the question leaving my chest heavy.
Her smile widened, but there was something sad in it, a hint of resignation. "Everyone comes alone and goes alone. The only thing they leave behind is their legacy, my dear," she said softly, her voice almost like a lullaby.
"I died worthless, but don't die like that. Leave something behind for people to talk about."
I felt a lump form in my throat, a deep ache filling my chest. "But... how?" I could barely get the word out through my sobs.
She trembled slightly, her grip weak but steady, and her gaze was unwavering. "Whatever you do, do your best. Do what you truly want, and live without regret."
"This hurts..."
I stared down at my body and saw white bandages wrapped around it.
What the hell happened?
"I don't remember having so much injury."
"Lukas, you woke up?"
I turned around and saw Saber sitting on a chair near the window, yawning heavily. It seemed he had been here and sleeping quite well until my screams woke him up.
"What happened to me?" I demanded coldly.
"I don't know a shit. You were just screaming and rolling around in pain out of nowhere. Thank God we were saved; otherwise, we wouldn't even have ashes to be buried," Saber spoke dazedly.
My lips twitched a few times. That was a bit of a dramatic way to say it.
"Who saved us?" I asked, remembering only glimpses of the monster, and it was only then I noticed Saber's bruised face.
The rest of his body looked fine, but his face... It seemed he had been beaten.
"Don't ask that... It's a witch... An old woman using disguise to go around as a young girl to seduce men," Saber grunted, rolling his eyes.
"FUFUFUF! I heard you were talking about me."
A sharp voice rang out, and crimson mist coagulated behind Saber.
The next moment, Saber's eyes opened wide, seeing a shadow, and he screamed, "I was joking... Joke... It was a joke between friends."
Screaming frantically, he turned back only to see two bloody pairs of eyes locking onto him that appeared out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of him.
"KYAAAA!"