Chapter 1919: 1919
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The matters between the Unblemished One and the Sprite Alliance were fleeting. After giving the Unblemished One a deep glance, he turned to leave. He was intelligent enough to know that he alone stood no chance against this woman.
For the length of time the Unblemished One had lived, she could only be a Higher Existence. If that was true, he was lucky he even got an audience, if he dared to act impudently on top of that, he would lose his life here.
What the Unblemished One said was true. It would be more accurate to say that she was allowing the Sprites to live in her territory rather than the other way around. The citizens of the Unblemished Lands practically worshipped her. No, they did worship her. She embodied everything it meant to be a goddess in their eyes.
"I hope you'll remember, Goddess… But the matters of the Timeless Library are related to Fate of our entire Plane. Please think about our proposal."
With those words, the long blue haired man left.
**
The months continued to tick by. As they did, Dyon's relationship with Little Precious only grew.
"I want to be big and strong! A meanie named Blake told me girls will always be weaker."
The little baby girl waddled in one day with a clearly more depressed face than usual. In fact, her little cheeks were stained with years and her large hazel-green eyes had reddened.
Dyon felt an indiscernible rage overcome him.
All this time, he hadn't felt rage at being locked in this place until now. The barrier between him and this precious little girl became his worst enemy in an instant. But his smallest bit of rationality remaining told him not to blindly attack the cage, there was no way they had kept him behind normal bars. If he acted without thinking, he'd have wasted the months he spent healing himself.
The little girl pitifully looked up at Dyon. She was dressed in her favorite purple colored dress, but its once clean exterior had become wrinkled and stained with grass, proving she had rushed here so quickly that she stumbled and fell multiple times.
"Is he right…?"
Seeing Dyon remain silent for so long, the little girl almost burst into tears again. Her large eyes began to fill to the brim with unshed tears as her bottom lip trembled.
It was then she seemingly remembered that Blake had made fun of her because she started crying after falling, so she tried her best to hold it back, maybe because she really hoped Dyon would disagree with that meanie.
But this big man was a boy too, what if he believed what Blake did?
The little girl's head was filled with crisis-like thoughts. She should have gone to her momma instead, her momma would definitely say that girls could be strong because her momma was strong.
It was then she was startled by Dyon's words.
"Of course he's wrong, girls can be super strong! I'm pretty powerful, but I know plenty of girls stronger than me, you can be just like them."
Dyon smiled brightly.
"~~Really?~~" The little girl spoke as if probing if Dyon was lying or not.
"Of course! I would never lie to Little Precious."
The little girl giggled at these words, seemingly happy with Dyon calling her Little Precious.
"~~Can you teach me how not to cry anymore?~~" The little girl asked with anticipation, her eyes, still reddened from crying, twinkling with hope.
"Do you believe whether or not you cry decides if you are strong or not?"
The little girl's head tilted in confusion. Wasn't that the case? Why would Blake make fun of her for being weak because she cried, then?
"Strength is decided by your will. As long as you can feel sad and cry, but get back up and try again, that's true strength." Dyon explained with a smile. "Because Little Precious cried yet still wanted to learn how to get stronger, Little Precious is already strong."
"~~Really? Really?~~"
The little girl jumped up and down happily. Without exaggeration, Dyon felt that this beautiful moment was the best he had ever experienced. Nothing could top this, nothing.
Time continued to tick by. While Dyon taught Little Precious what it meant to be strong in heart, he also began to teach her how to be strong in body. If one passed by the Unblemished Castle's gardens, it wasn't impossible to see the scene of a man and a little girl throwing punches in the air together – a scene that could warm the heart of even the coldest person.
**
"Are you sure about this?"
Months had passed, and suddenly, the 11th month greeted them in the form of several black figures skulking in the shadows.
"The Unblemished One has a secret realm she doesn't allow anyone to enter. According to a credible source, there's something important of hers hidden within it. As long as we can take whatever it is, she'll have no choice but to do our bidding…"
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The matters between the Unblemished One and the Sprite Alliance were fleeting. After giving the Unblemished One a deep glance, he turned to leave. He was intelligent enough to know that he alone stood no chance against this woman.
For the length of time the Unblemished One had lived, she could only be a Higher Existence. If that was true, he was lucky he even got an audience, if he dared to act impudently on top of that, he would lose his life here.
What the Unblemished One said was true. It would be more accurate to say that she was allowing the Sprites to live in her territory rather than the other way around. The citizens of the Unblemished Lands practically worshipped her. No, they did worship her. She embodied everything it meant to be a goddess in their eyes.
"I hope you'll remember, Goddess… But the matters of the Timeless Library are related to Fate of our entire Plane. Please think about our proposal."
With those words, the long blue haired man left.
**
The months continued to tick by. As they did, Dyon's relationship with Little Precious only grew.
"I want to be big and strong! A meanie named Blake told me girls will always be weaker."
The little baby girl waddled in one day with a clearly more depressed face than usual. In fact, her little cheeks were stained with years and her large hazel-green eyes had reddened.
Dyon felt an indiscernible rage overcome him.
All this time, he hadn't felt rage at being locked in this place until now. The barrier between him and this precious little girl became his worst enemy in an instant. But his smallest bit of rationality remaining told him not to blindly attack the cage, there was no way they had kept him behind normal bars. If he acted without thinking, he'd have wasted the months he spent healing himself.
The little girl pitifully looked up at Dyon. She was dressed in her favorite purple colored dress, but its once clean exterior had become wrinkled and stained with grass, proving she had rushed here so quickly that she stumbled and fell multiple times.
"Is he right…?"
Seeing Dyon remain silent for so long, the little girl almost burst into tears again. Her large eyes began to fill to the brim with unshed tears as her bottom lip trembled.
It was then she seemingly remembered that Blake had made fun of her because she started crying after falling, so she tried her best to hold it back, maybe because she really hoped Dyon would disagree with that meanie.
But this big man was a boy too, what if he believed what Blake did?
The little girl's head was filled with crisis-like thoughts. She should have gone to her momma instead, her momma would definitely say that girls could be strong because her momma was strong.
It was then she was startled by Dyon's words.
"Of course he's wrong, girls can be super strong! I'm pretty powerful, but I know plenty of girls stronger than me, you can be just like them."
Dyon smiled brightly.
"~~Really?~~" The little girl spoke as if probing if Dyon was lying or not.
"Of course! I would never lie to Little Precious."
The little girl giggled at these words, seemingly happy with Dyon calling her Little Precious.
"~~Can you teach me how not to cry anymore?~~" The little girl asked with anticipation, her eyes, still reddened from crying, twinkling with hope.
"Do you believe whether or not you cry decides if you are strong or not?"
The little girl's head tilted in confusion. Wasn't that the case? Why would Blake make fun of her for being weak because she cried, then?
"Strength is decided by your will. As long as you can feel sad and cry, but get back up and try again, that's true strength." Dyon explained with a smile. "Because Little Precious cried yet still wanted to learn how to get stronger, Little Precious is already strong."
"~~Really? Really?~~"
The little girl jumped up and down happily. Without exaggeration, Dyon felt that this beautiful moment was the best he had ever experienced. Nothing could top this, nothing.
Time continued to tick by. While Dyon taught Little Precious what it meant to be strong in heart, he also began to teach her how to be strong in body. If one passed by the Unblemished Castle's gardens, it wasn't impossible to see the scene of a man and a little girl throwing punches in the air together – a scene that could warm the heart of even the coldest person.
**
"Are you sure about this?"
Months had passed, and suddenly, the 11th month greeted them in the form of several black figures skulking in the shadows.
"The Unblemished One has a secret realm she doesn't allow anyone to enter. According to a credible source, there's something important of hers hidden within it. As long as we can take whatever it is, she'll have no choice but to do our bidding…"
The matters between the Unblemished One and the Sprite Alliance were fleeting. After giving the Unblemished One a deep glance, he turned to leave. He was intelligent enough to know that he alone stood no chance against this woman. For the length of time the Unblemished One had lived, she could only be a Higher Existence. If that was true, he was lucky he even got an audience, if he dared to act impudently on top of that, he would lose his life here. What the Unblemished One said was true. It would be more accurate to say that she was allowing the Sprites to live in her territory rather than the other way around. The citizens of the Unblemished Lands practically worshipped her. No, they did worship her. She embodied everything it meant to be a goddess in their eyes. "I hope you'll remember, Goddess But the matters of the Timeless Library are related to Fate of our entire Plane. Please think about our proposal." With those words, the long blue haired man left. ** The months continued to tick by. As they did, Dyon's relationship with Little Precious only grew. "I want to be big and strong! A meanie named Blake told me girls will always be weaker." The little baby girl waddled in one day with a clearly more depressed face than usual. In fact, her little cheeks were stained with years and her large hazel-green eyes had reddened. Dyon felt an indiscernible rage overcome him. All this time, he hadn't felt rage at being locked in this place until now. The barrier between him and this precious little girl became his worst enemy in an instant. But his smallest bit of rationality remaining told him not to blindly attack the cage, there was no way they had kept him behind normal bars. If he acted without thinking, he'd have wasted the months he spent healing himself. The little girl pitifully looked up at Dyon. She was dressed in her favorite purple colored dress, but its once clean exterior had become wrinkled and stained with grass, proving she had rushed here so quickly that she stumbled and fell multiple times. "Is he right?" Seeing Dyon remain silent for so long, the little girl almost burst into tears again. Her large eyes began to fill to the brim with unshed tears as her bottom lip trembled. It was then she seemingly remembered that Blake had made fun of her because she started crying after falling, so she tried her best to hold it back, maybe because she really hoped Dyon would disagree with that meanie. But this big man was a boy too, what if he believed what Blake did? The little girl's head was filled with crisis-like thoughts. She should have gone to her momma instead, her momma would definitely say that girls could be strong because her momma was strong. It was then she was startled by Dyon's words. "Of course he's wrong, girls can be super strong! I'm pretty powerful, but I know plenty of girls stronger than me, you can be just like them." Dyon smiled brightly. "~~Really?~~" The little girl spoke as if probing if Dyon was lying or not. "Of course! I would never lie to Little Precious." The little girl giggled at these words, seemingly happy with Dyon calling her Little Precious. "~~Can you teach me how not to cry anymore?~~" The little girl asked with anticipation, her eyes, still reddened from crying, twinkling with hope. "Do you believe whether or not you cry decides if you are strong or not?" The little girl's head tilted in confusion. Wasn't that the case? Why would Blake make fun of her for being weak because she cried, then? "Strength is decided by your will. As long as you can feel sad and cry, but get back up and try again, that's true strength." Dyon explained with a smile. "Because Little Precious cried yet still wanted to learn how to get stronger, Little Precious is already strong." "~~Really? Really?~~" The little girl jumped up and down happily. Without exaggeration, Dyon felt that this beautiful moment was the best he had ever experienced. Nothing could top this, nothing. Time continued to tick by. While Dyon taught Little Precious what it meant to be strong in heart, he also began to teach her how to be strong in body. If one passed by the Unblemished Castle's gardens, it wasn't impossible to see the scene of a man and a little girl throwing punches in the air together a scene that could warm the heart of even the coldest person. ** "Are you sure about this?" Months had passed, and suddenly, the 11th month greeted them in the form of several black figures skulking in the shadows. "The Unblemished One has a secret realm she doesn't allow anyone to enter. According to a credible source, there's something important of hers hidden within it. As long as we can take whatever it is, she'll have no choice but to do our bidding"
