mesbooks Chapter 807: 256: I Come to See You One Last Time_5
Chapter 807: 256: I Come to See You One Last Time_5
Chapter 807: Chapter 256: I Come to See You One Last Time_5
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Leonard Churchill felt the world spinning around him.
But having experienced it once before, he was quite familiar with the feeling.
And this time, it was much easier.
His vision gradually focused as he looked around at his surroundings and murmured to himself, “Have I returned?”
This was the same small private room in the Flood Gang as before.
The Storage Ring, Clown mask, Spell Clay Pot...
All his belongings were by his side.
It was as if he had never left, as if he had just had a long dream.
But upon checking, he noticed the Ring of God Stealer wasn’t brought over, and the Blood Plague still hung on the panel.
This also reminded him that he truly had traveled through an out-of-control situation.
A torrent of thoughts flooded his mind.
The memories of parting had just occurred moments ago for Leonard.
But for that girl, a hundred years had passed.
The secrets of the Time Rule seemed to unveil themselves before his eyes at that moment, a rare and great opportunity for a card master to touch the highest Law.
Yet as Leonard looked at the several yellowed letters in his hand, he gently closed his eyes, not attempting to comprehend any force of Law, but rather couldn’t help but sigh heavily and say, “Silly girl...”
It turned out someone could truly wait a lifetime for a single thought.
He knew that the girl had finally waited long enough.
To see him.
...
Checking his pocket watch, Leonard clearly remembered that only a moment had passed.
Leonard gathered the letters and stood up. As soon as he walked out the door, he saw an old but spirited white-haired butler waiting patiently by the door.
As if he had been waiting for some time.
It was none other than “Mr. Dove,” the one who had previously delivered the letters.
Seeing the old man, Leonard’s memories were crystal clear; it was the little boy who had saved him in Bolton Town a hundred years ago.
After all, for him, those memories were from just a few days ago.@@@@
Upon seeing Leonard emerge, Mr. Dove too fully recalled those now somewhat blurred memories from his childhood.
“It’s just that... Miss has been looking for you, for many, many years... No one else knew who she was searching for, but because of your relationship, she always kept me by her side as the Chamber of Commerce Manager, so I know some things... There was a time when she was actually suffering inside, I often heard her murmuring to herself ‘If Mr. Leonard Churchill were here, that would be nice’... Whenever the roses were in full bloom, she would often stare blankly in the small chapel of the manor... When she felt down, or had achieved great success in business, she would often stay alone in the cabin for many days... Even these past few years, she has always lived in the treehouse.”
“Hmm... Miss has remained unmarried her entire life. Now the Williams Family’s main branch is descended from her brother’s lineage.”
“...”
Listening, Leonard could almost see the silly girl in the treehouse, waiting year after year.
She didn’t know where the one she was waiting for was, nor when they would meet again, and even the face in her memories was becoming blurred...
No news at all.
She only remembered having once asked, “Can we meet again?”, to which Leonard had replied, “We will.”
And so, she foolishly waited her entire life.
How foolish.
Vera Williams!
You silly girl!
Finally, the lift stopped at the top floor.
Mr. Dove led Leonard to the mahogany door, his expression unable to hide a tinge of sadness: “Mr. Leonard Churchill, I’ll leave you here. Miss is waiting for you inside.”
“Hmm.”
Leonard nodded, his heart heavy as he pushed open the wooden door.
In an instant, it was as if the cause and effect of centuries-apart time connected.
Leonard had never felt his emotions as complex as they were at that moment.
He walked in, catching a whiff of the faint fragrance in the air.
In the spacious room, there was only one figure lying in a chair by the window.
She had her back to the door, caressing a picture frame in her hands.
Only the sound of an aged voice murmuring to herself could be heard: “I didn’t want you to see me old, but I couldn’t bear not to... so I came to see you one last time before I leave this life.”
“...”
Listening to these words, a wave of familiarity and affection surged in Leonard’s heart: it was that silly girl!
But at the same time, the heaviness in his heart grew even harder to calm.
After a moment of contemplation to soothe his thoughts, he finally responded to the person by the window, “Miss Anne... I’ve come to see you.”
In that moment,
he seemed to experience the reluctance,
and the sorrow the silly girl must have felt when he left...