Chapter 611: Hollow
Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Yarin’s POV:
Heller was in a bad condition both physically and psychologically.
Although I lied to him that I could find Kara after finishing the inspection, in the end, I still couldn’t do as I wished.
Kara... I didn’t know how to describe her. Just thinking about her current appearance made me feel suffocating pain.
Why did this kind old lady end up like this?
The professionals were cleaning up Kara’s face. i believed they would do their best to dress her up elegantly and appropriately.
But how could cosmetics cover up the missing parts? Would the cells that would never grow again make the road to the Moon Palace bumpy?
I felt sorrowful for Heller’s blindness and his ‘luck’. At least in his memory, Kara would always be that loving elder, and I would always remember the cold face on the iron bed, crying in my dreams at night.
Even though my dad and 1 both failed to take him to see Kara, Heller didn’t make any response. He always looked calm, as if he felt nothing about being disabled.
However, 1 would rather he struggle like he did in the beginning. That would at least show that his emotions were unimpeded and not seal himself up like an airtight iron bucket like now. No wind could enter, and no drop of water could leave.
“Talk to me, please.”
I leaned against his bed and begged him to give me some reaction. Heller didn’t lose his facial expression; however, his frown and smile revealed a chilling emptiness. It was as if he was a humanoid doll, causing the Uncanny Valley effect to appear for no reason.
“Are you all right? I heard the nurse say that you were injured too. You should go back to the hospital bed,” he said.
I held his hand and gently pressed my chest. “Actually, my ribs were also fractured, but 1 quietly melted the bones and reassembled them. Now, they are completely healed.” n0veluSB.C0m
He chuckled. “That’s good. At least one of us is safe.”
He smiled, but I couldn’t. i wanted to hug him like I did when I was young, but
I couldn’t do anything because of his injuries.
We were leaning intimately on the same bed, but 1 felt he was so far away from me, as if he was floating toward the moon, and 1 would lose him forever if I weren’t careful.
“Listen to me, Heller. Kara has indeed left us, but she will watch everything from the moon. Think about what she taught us. Would she be happy to know that you’re devastated by her departure? Wouldn’t she be heartbroken?
“She has been living a down-to-earth life all her life. She has contributed her entire life to our family. As for her... i feel very sad about her leaving too! But it’s useless to be depressed. Don’t you want to know who planned this attack? Who caused Kara to lose his life?
“I wouldn’t ask you to pull yourself together because 1 can’t even convince myself. However, there is one thing that we love about Kara. We are sad and in pain about her death. We must avenge her! The target of this car accident was obviously us. Kara was just a fish in the moat. If we don’t avenge her, who else can? Are we going to let those terrorists get away with it?”
Heller finally moved as he asked stiffly like an unwound doll, “Do you know who harmed Kara?”
Of course, I knew. Even if no one told me, 1 knew the culprit.
That wanted poster flashed through my mind. That was right. Who else could it be other than the Lily of the Valley?
The lunatics who could not be saved and treated human lives as trash brazenly provoked the werewolves’ bottom line, using the blood of the vengeful souls to dye the disgusting thief flag!
Why did they do that? For that box of goods? To consolidate their supreme position in the underground world? Or did they only enjoy destroying and killing people, enjoying the fear and whispers of the crowd like a psychopath?
As a prince, 1 should consider these things. Countless factors are holding me back and pulling me along. They tell me to ‘think about it longer’, tell me to ■put the overall situation first’, and tell me to ‘leave it to the lord’.
However, as a person named Yarin, I didn’t have to care about anything.
I wanted to avenge Kara, so let’s do it. This had nothing to do with my identity. It was just a person’s revenge on the enemy.
I thought so when I waited for Heller to wake up in the ICU. But when I met his eyes, 1 hesitated. I could do that, but could Heller? Would he be hurt? Would he be like Kara, dragged into the abyss by conspiracy?
1 didn’t dare to risk him, so 1 almost gave up, almost hid in the sturdy screen again, waiting for someone to send me news of victory or defeat.
However, looking at Heller’s current state, dispirited, depressed, and confused, all the excuses I made to hide away became ashes.
I was ashamed of my cowardice.
I’d already lost Kara. i couldn’t bear losing Heller.
So I would bring him along to kill Kara’s murderer with my hands so that those who died in vain could rest in peace and calm their raging souls..
