novelraw Chapter 224: 159 The Last Lesson (Three-in-One, Bonus for Alliance Leader)
Chapter 224: 159 The Last Lesson (Three-in-One, Bonus for Alliance Leader)
The waves of the Southern Ocean at night remained as usual. If one stood upon the slowed-down Iceberg Queen Ship right now, you would have the fortune to catch a glimpse of this worldly rare absolute scenery. That is the constantly revolving and repeating appearance within the dreams of countless navigators.
Only to be seen in the distance where the sky and ocean linked, within each rise and each fall of the waves seemed to bury innumerable stories. The moon in midair gradually skewed, sketching out countless blurred bright semicircles upon the uneven sea surface. Following those waves forward it additionally seemed like countless mirrors laid out, within each mirror distinctly holding a patch of heaven and earth.
While on the deck, Fisher wearing a white shirt leaned against the railing, fortunate to become one of the few viewing guests of this patch of absolute scenery.
The standard of the chef upon the Iceberg Queen Ship was quite decent. A hand of top-tier Northern Border cuisine allowed Fisher to rarely eat his fill, the others were also full of praise regarding this. Later asking around only then learning this chef upon the ship was also the imperial head chef beside Alajina within the palace back then.
Fisher reckoned he discovered, ever since Alajina committed matricide defecting from the Sardin Woman's Country it could be said to be burdened with a family. These unimposing sailor personnel on the ship right now unexpectedly entirely were good hands originating from proper officialdom within her Eastern Palace back then. No wonder they committed acts of robbery upon the sea for so many years yet never missed a hand, this was entirely guaranteed by strength.
After Jasmine and Isabel finished eating they returned into the room resting and didn't come out again. Old Jack worried Karma Holly and them would further stir up some trouble, pulling the three little squirrel girls who still wanted to quarrel with the Steel Knife parrot also returned to the room. Only Fisher partitioned a white bartender shirt of Old Jack's, taking advantage of the moonlight being exactly good coming out to stroll around, incidentally easing the pressure within his heart.
He leaned against the fencing at the edge of the deck, following the bright moon pulling out a photo moistened by water from his embrace.
The circumstance within the black-and-white photo was exactly Fisher's rented room in Saint-Nazareth. The central position was exactly the workbench he used for normal work, but right at this moment atop it nonetheless absent a purple bunting Harte standing upon it.
This photo was left by Renee for himself to contact her. Fisher through the bunting within the photo could from thousands of miles away call out to her who wasn't by his side. But ever since she previously left Saint-Nazareth, the bunting upon the photo then vanished unknown heading towards where.
Although Renee had told himself, during this period she had matters to be busy with likely unable to contact himself. But at any rate several months had passed, Fisher having left Saint-Nazareth also couldn't help beginning to worry whether she had suffered some accident or encountered some danger.Beneath the moonlight, Fisher looked at that photo for a long time, and then helplessly retracted it back into his pocket. As a result before even putting it in, a detestable drake voice transmitted from his shoulder,
"Missing another paramour again?"
Fisher cast a glance at the Eimhart who appeared beside unknown when,
"What do you mean another paramour?"
"Hehe, experiencing interaction of this period of time, the great Eimhart has already thoroughly known your disposition. Although the pursuit of beautiful ladies by courageous males is forever widely circulated good stories, even within the numerous books I read also have quite a few segments recording such stories. However those males who pursuit the most, the greediest always have bad endings, even could be said to be extremely miserable. To my way of looking you are exactly this kind of person."
Hearing his words, Fisher raised his eyebrows, while Eimhart continued saying,
"Love to any single person is a double-edged sword where sweetness and bitterness coexist. Even quite a few people willingly use the bitterness of the latter half of life paying back that fleeting sweetness... changing an angle to consider, in case the ladies having connections with you discovered you had affairs with other females, if emotions are not deep of course they can painfully spit and curse at you a round and then leave. But in case, their emotions are deeper, more persistent unwilling to let go... tsk tsk, that truly is interesting."
"How long have I just interacted with you yet already encountered quite a few, what will happen further afterwards I don't even dare to imagine... Don't misunderstand, I am merely worried before you fulfill the transaction payment you would be killed by those maddened ladies using a knife. You know, I don't have much combat capability, fundamentally unable to help you any favors. Moreover simultaneously in morality, I am also standing at the commanding height with those ladies disdaining you."
Eimhart spun a circle, tilting the book cover an appearance of an arrogant prick. That appearance of muttering with a drake voice while blinking eyes made people feel he truly deserved a beating. Fisher squinted his eyes looking at him a glance, and then abruptly said,
"I suddenly know why you were chased and beaten by Baimon... You fellow after secretly breaking into her library, while reading you definitely still mocked how terribly she recorded, and then precisely happened to be heard by her right?"
That cocky appearance of Eimhart after hearing this sentence of Fisher's then came to an abrupt end. That single eye guiltily looked at Fisher blinking, and then even his voice became stuttering,
"Eh, how did you know... ptui ptui! What what cursing how ugly words, this is merely a reading appraisal within reasonable bounds! It's that dead Demon Baimon who is too narrow-minded, or say Demons are all this kind of bad fellows. I bet you, Fisher is definitely not this kind of petty person..."
"No, I am."
"Mmph! You fellow, definitely flying into a rage out of shame... let go..."
Fisher expressionlessly reached out grabbing him, and then forcefully contorted stuffing him into his own pocket. He weakly struggled a few times, the voice wanting to resist was also blocked by Fisher's hand into unclear "mmph mmph" sounds. Waiting until he was thoroughly stuffed into the pocket he then quieted down motionless.
However although Eimhart was taught a lesson, the words he spoke nonetheless continuously fell, even making him inevitably recall Elizabeth.
The surroundings finally quieted down anew again, the moonlight gradually deepened. Fisher stood absentmindedly in place for a long time, gazing at that cold moonlight. A very very long time, yet within that moon seemingly gradually burst out bits and pieces of bone-piercingly cold pale golden radiance, just like Elizabeth's hollow eyes staring straight at himself.
"Fisher..."
In a trance, he seemingly heard Elizabeth's fragile and hollow calling sound. His heartbeat simultaneously also like being gripped by her ice-cold soft hands permeating with chilly coldness. He took a deep breath wanting to reach out conversely clasping her ice-cold palm, but beside nonetheless again transmitted a calling sound, not only dispelling the phantom before his eyes still interrupting his train of thoughts,
"Fisher?"
Fisher slightly absentmindedly then turned his head looking towards his own back. Turns out unknown when, that tall lady having changed into a set of black clothing had already stood beside the stairs of the captain's cabin going down to the deck.
Alajina somewhat doubtfully looked at himself, obviously the calling sound just now was issued by her rather than Elizabeth.
At this moment, the chilly coldness within Fisher's inner heart gradually dissipated, the golden moonlight in the distance also gradually faded turning into silvery white. He also simultaneously adjusted his own expression...
Ever since escaping Saint-Nazareth, Fisher even suspected whether himself had contracted "Elizabeth Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder". As long as having leisure, Elizabeth would follow like a shadow slipping into his brains. That fragile hollow and severely cold appearance of hers allowing how Fisher strived couldn't be waved away.
"Good evening, Captain Alajina."
Thinking up to here, Fisher quite naturally gave a greeting.
Alajina's expression held no fluctuations, like a noble childe standing within the shadows. Her azure pupils were quite bright, skimming a glance at the rather thin clothing on Fisher's body she then opened her mouth reminding,
"Outside at night... is somewhat cold, drape the clothes on."
Fisher cast a glance at her coat within his own hands, yet lacked the action to put it on.
Speaking truthfully, just now when wearing it he indeed felt the collar of this clothing carried a faint sea salt crisp fragrance. Unknown whether it was left behind by Alajina's hair or skin, anyway how Fisher wore it how uncomfortable, possessing an illusion of wearing women's clothing...
However it seemed this originally was precisely women's clothing, only that it was the women's clothing of the Sardin Woman's Country.
"It's fine, it just so happens I am also going back to rest."
"Mhm..."
Just as this sentence exited her mouth, Alajina then felt somewhat of regret.
She seemingly should have spoken some other words, instead of this kind of dry and dull response.
Actually, regarding how to pursue males Alajina basically had no experience. Even if possessing a tiny sliver, it was also towards the males of the Sardin Woman's Country. Yet towards the Fisher outside the Woman's Country, although she liked him she nonetheless felt somewhat thorny.
She previously learned from the crew members' experiences, they had said males of other nations seemingly don't need pursuing, but rather they pursue females.
But Alajina nonetheless subconsciously felt this was extremely improper, because she totally didn't believe in pies dropping from the sky, always feeling the things oneself reached out to grasp were more reliable than waiting for others to bestow.
"Right, totally forgot to apologize to you."
"Apologize?"
Fisher carrying the clothes walked towards Alajina's direction. He was exactly preparing to follow the stairs returning to the room within to rest. Waiting until walking beside her, he nonetheless suddenly recalled something like, opening his mouth speaking so,
"Mhm, you previously handed that string of treasured family heirloom necklace to me for safekeeping as a token of agreement. I placed it within my rented room, but left in a hurry this time therefore didn't bring it along. Therefore I also don't know when I can go back again obtaining that necklace..."
"...It doesn't matter."
Alajina hearing after nevertheless calmly shook her head, expression still holding no changes,
"When Father left leaving that string of necklace to me wasn't meant for me to serve as a memento in the first place, because he has always been within my heart. Similarly, gifting the necklace to a fancied male is exactly what he hoped to see, I am additionally alike. Since Fisher still remembers the agreement between us, then its mission has exactly been achieved, whether retrieved or not doesn't matter."
"Also possibly precisely because you didn't have the time to go retrieve the necklace anxious to leave Saint-Nazareth, this then allowed me to bump into you upon the sea. The matters of destiny however explained all works out, even if it is the Frost Phoenix it also follows the destitution destined in the unseen world. Therefore, no need to feel apologetic, being able to see you here and help you out some favors I am already very happy."
The night wind wrapped with her sea salt-like crisp fragrance rolled up a bit of her hair strands, revealing her fair neck and pink earlobes. Fisher had already walked one or two steps up the stairs. Hearing these words his pace again slightly paused somewhat, but he didn't continue Alajina's topic, conversely raising his head casting a glance at the hazy moonlit night inquiring,
"Are you going back to rest?"
"...I still have to go patrol the power room of the vessel. The crew said, the steam engine seems to have a tiny malfunction."
"Alright, then I will first go back to rest, good night."
"Good night."
Fisher nodded his head ascending the stairs walking towards his own room. While Alajina stood in place, waiting until Fisher left only then did she cover her own chest, seemingly feeling somewhat of shame and heat. Pausing for a very long time, only then did she step towards the cabin below the deck.
While Fisher upon the stairs walked and walked towards the room, waiting until the sea salt fragrance belonging onto Alajina's body gradually dissipated, only then did he suddenly feel Eimhart's words just now criticizing himself were correct.
If oneself wasn't that greedy, probably wouldn't have subconsciously spoken those to Alajina...
Fisher ah Fisher, from now onward, towards human ladies you must somewhat restrain yourself.
He thought like so, yet at this time he had already walked to the doorway of the room. The night was already deep, the lights of Jasmine and his own room had already been turned off. In order to not disturb them sleeping, Fisher also didn't call Eimhart out anew to apologize to him.
Only seeing him gently pushing open the room door, revealing the quiet and spacious room inside.
Old Jack and the three squirrel girls slept upon the only bed inside the room. Children cannot hold off sleepiness. Just now when Fisher went out for a stroll those three squirrel girls having been lively for a day were so sleepy they couldn't bear it, upper and lower eyelids uncontrollably fighting yet still clamoring wanting to go out to single combat with that Steel Knife parrot.
As a result talking and talking they then collapsed into Old Jack's embrace falling asleep. Old Jack's age was also old, experiencing the fleeing of a day and a night he also couldn't endure it early turning off the lights to rest.
Fisher alone flipped open the beddings lying upon the floor. The entire ship returning a bit of slight swaying during the voyage process. He laid sideways closing both eyes, fiercely throwing all thoughts within his mind entirely out, letting the dream wrapper hold onto his own consciousness, letting it free fall.
"Whoo..."
Unknown how long resting like so, also unknown when Fisher awakened. Anyway within the haziness he indistinctly felt someone nearby currently approaching. Initially he still thought it was an illusory dreamscape therefore didn't pay too much attention to it. Yet waiting until the cool sea breeze outside the door genuinely slapped upon his cheeks, only then did he feel something was slightly wrong.
He opened his tired eyes a bit, yet saw outside the moonlight still as previously, but his own room door nonetheless unknown when opened a door crack. And the most terrifying was, beside his own bed right at this moment unexpectedly still kneeled a silhouette!
Fisher's sleepiness instantly sobered up by half, but he nonetheless still completely lacked acting rashly. He continued maintaining the sideways sleeping posture. In his peripheral vision, he saw behind that silhouette beside him still possessed a whale tail, fine sounds of ear flapping constantly transmitting from the body.
Jasmine?
Having confirmed the person before his eyes was Jasmine and not an enemy, Fisher's heart then eased down by half.
As a result not having completely eased down yet, his heart again fiercely raised up.
No other reason, only seeing right at this moment the Jasmine before his eyes suddenly clasped both hands together turning into a hammer shape, and then she kneeling leaned forward one or two paces distance arriving at Fisher's bedside. Tightly closed her eyes, incidentally even aiming both hands at Fisher's head,
"S-sorry, Fisher."
Wait, her coming to his own room so late was just for the sake of hammering himself?
That appearance of hers closing her eyes wanting to give himself a heavy hammer instantly frightened Fisher wide awake. Her constitution he knew, after this strike fearing even the floorboards would be pierced through by her, let alone his own fragile head.
"Jasmine..."
In the next moment, before she raised her hands high preparing to act, Fisher hurriedly opened both eyes stopping her next action.
Hearing Fisher's sound, her action slightly stiffened, the eyes full of pitch black also flusteredly opened looking towards Fisher lying in place,
"Eh? F-Fisher, I... I that..."
Her noggin was about to smoke from fluster. Looking at the Fisher already awake upon the bed again lowering her head casting a glance at her own tightly clasped hands. Once anxious the mouth also followed suit stuttering, for a moment unable to speak out any words whatsoever, even the action wanting to assault Fisher was forgotten to withdraw,
"S-sorry!"
The atmosphere paused slightly for one second, Jasmine nonetheless giving up on herself newly closed both eyes, once again raising her hands directly smashing towards Fisher's head.
Facing that assaulting fierce wind, Fisher's gaze concentrated, seizing the timing suddenly raising his body fiercely grabbing her hands in one grasp and pressing her beneath his body,
"Thump..."
Actually the amplitude of the two's actions wasn't very large, but still owing to it produced a bit of slight sound.
Presently inside the room there were Old Jack and Karma and them, next door also had Alajina, making a huge commotion wouldn't be fun.
Actually Jasmine basically entirely lacked strength to resist, or to say when her night raid on himself failed she was then so flustered feeling extremely ashamed, for fear Fisher would speak something or do something to herself, even less would simply open her mouth.
Moreover just now, Jasmine wouldn't be simply knocking himself out to drag back into the sea right?
"Wuu..."
Jasmine just wanting to open her mouth to say something, Fisher then gently erected his own index finger, signaling her not to open her mouth, this made her action come to an abrupt end, somewhat aggrievedly pursing her lips.
After fiercely grasping Jasmine like this, Fisher then suddenly discovered she from hair to eyes had already completely turned into black color. Moreover that black hair was also wet, like constantly pouring out pitch-black ink staining upon her long hair. Drops of crystal clear teardrops also slid down along her cheeks to the ground, yet didn't issue a single bit of sound.
"Smack."
Right at this moment, the whale tail beneath her suddenly uneasily patted the ground. After that smack sound arose within the room, the Karma sleeping upon the bed then immediately hazily sat up. Fisher and Jasmine simultaneously turned their heads to look, yet discovered she basically hadn't opened her eyes. Two little hands still waving wildly within midair for a few times,
"Stinky bird... awu..."
Having finished speaking these two blurred and unclear sentences, she then like having the power cut anew fell towards the bed backwards, collapsing into Old Jack's embrace.
"...Go outside."
Waiting until Karma lay down once again, Fisher breathed a sigh of relief. Subsequently he cast a glance at the still deep moonlight outside, and then stretched a finger towards Jasmine pointing outside the door.
After this action, he then let go of Jasmine, first minding his own business getting up walking towards outside the door.
While Jasmine lying upon the ground gently covered her own chest. She sat her body up, looking at the Fisher gradually walking away heading towards the deck. Hesitating for a second also got up following.
The deck deep in the night was exceedingly dim. The entire Iceberg Queen Ship also like it was invisible upon the cold sea region. Blowing that ice-cold night wind, Fisher who basically hadn't slept for very long instantly sobered up quite a lot.
He once again followed the stairs walking downwards arriving at the deck. As a result having just stood firm stretching his body for a bit he then heard something seemingly currently flapping its wings upon the mast.
"Flap flap..."
He turned his head to look, then saw that colorful parrot quietly stood upon the mast tilting its head looking at him. Fisher calmly met its gaze for a second, after it confirmed Fisher's identity only then did it flap its wings flying towards other places, unknown where it flew off to.
"Fisher..."
Behind, Jasmine embracing her own arms also stood upon the stairs expression evasive.
Fisher turned his head back. Just now within the dim room it still couldn't be seen clearly. Only until this moment walking out the room door, did Fisher discover not only her hair and pupils had already completely turned into black, even upon the fair skin began growing a kind of bizarre and complex vein pattern. The impact force brought by that single glance was massive, just like an ordinarily obedient killer whale suddenly opening a bloody gaping mouth at you richly possessing oppressive force.
Only her expression was still that previously delicate Miss Jasmine, even manifesting an obvious apologetic intention owing to the matters just now,
"Fisher, j-just now... sorry..."
Hearing Jasmine's unclear voice akin to the night wind, Fisher smiled nonchalantly, standing before the fencing,
"...It doesn't matter, just so happens previously I exactly wanted to find you to chat a bit. If you hadn't barged into my room I completely lacked the opportunity to speak with you, during the morning you entirely ignored me."
"B-because Fisher... always knew other females. Therefore, I exactly wanted to bring Fisher back into the sea... sorry."
She also walked to the railing beside, but the distance parting Fisher possessed a full one meter. She gently reached out propping upon the railing beside, but the moment both hands touched that iron-qualitied railing it left behind a faintly corroded trace, frightening her hurriedly withdrawing her hands.
Within this short period of time, had her curse already begun spreading to such a degree?
Fisher nonetheless didn't mind that distance, merely staring straight at the Jasmine currently looking at the sea before his eyes. Silencing for a very long very long time, he suddenly said,
"Actually what you are truly thinking right now isn't my matters, right?"
Jasmine lowered her head, yet didn't reply, the tail behind and long ears atop her head also drooping a bit.
"In reality, you produced rejection towards humans, towards the world on land... or in confusion? But because of Isabel, because of me, you precisely wanted to find a bit of evidence speaking good words for the world on land, persuading yourself to continue the journey with me. But when Isabel also gradually became reticent, I would also encounter other females, this kind of proving method thus became extremely precarious... the curse upon your body is exactly the proof."
Jasmine pursed her own lips yet consistently didn't say a single word. But her gaze nonetheless carried a bit of bright teardrop. Fisher saw through the thoughts within her inner heart, then consecutively opening his mouth asking,
"Jasmine, therefore now I want to ask you, towards humans, towards me how exactly do you view it?"
She reluctantly turned her head looking towards Fisher. Within that gaze flashing was not merely teardrops, also massive massive swathes of confusion and 'at a loss'.
Perhaps she held somewhat of regret, shouldn't have requested Mother to let a single person go ashore to search for her own auntie. This way then wouldn't encounter so many hardships, also wouldn't for entire whole nights unable to sleep owing to nightmares, waking up in the morning having to pretend to be strong taking the road together with Fisher...
Yet kind-hearted as she is, even if now Fisher inquired as such, she unexpectedly still wanted to speak false words.
Speaking a bit about the happy things during this period of time herself upon the shore, speaking a bit about what kind of good people herself encountered upon the shore... yet completely shutting the mouth not talking about the things fearing and unsettling within the heart...
But facing Fisher's gaze, she opened her mouth a bit, still slowly opening a corner of the heart door,
"I... I also don't know..."
"Isabel told me, her family superficially harmonious, in reality, no matter whether between siblings or between superiors and subordinates and friends is constantly filled with calculations of interests. Even to the point of, every moment wanting to put the other party to death; perhaps, even the small circle I lived within Saint-Nazareth University is also like this; or to say, all humans are like this..."
"Fisher, the human society to me is too complex... formerly, I could without hesitating choose the identical path together with Auntie; formerly, I also praised Auntie's steadfast courage. But now, I entirely have no means of guaranteeing..."
"Humans because of cherishing time, cherishing their own objectives, always wish to unconditionally extract everything they want within such a short time. This makes it exceptionally difficult for me to once again append trust towards humans. The more I wish to believe, the thicker the curse within my body is..."
"Sometimes I also can't help conjecturing, even if now Isabel and I are friends. Yet waiting until several years, several decades later, will she also coldly take me as what what kind of bargaining chip... even to Fisher, even if I really like you right now. But sometimes I will still inevitably doubt, when you encounter other females won't you easily change heart abandoning me..."
"I don't even understand the concept of liking, even what Fisher likes to do, likes to eat entirely not knowing. Towards your past, towards your world also completely unknowing. Merely just because when seeing you heartbeat will accelerate, merely because when seeing other females getting close to you feeling annoying, merely because your concern for me claiming I like you..."
"If it's such simple reasons that can cause liking, not even enough to rival Auntie and Black. How could I hope our ending would be better than theirs?"
"...Sorry, I... I am merely too afraid. Afraid to the degree of not knowing what to do, how to do it... also completely no Whale-kin senior has ever told me what should be done... Therefore... wuu."
Fisher cast a sideways glance to look, only seeing within her drooping black hair, unknown when, bit by bit crystal teardrops constantly condensing dripping down. Although tears were many, yet they consistently didn't take away a single bit of confusion and un-settledness within her eyes.
Admittedly, Jasmine was still merely an infant Whale-kin. This was also exactly the reason why before this Fisher had always subconsciously taken care of her.
Fisher viewed her as a student, a still immature child. If it was a normal lady, being so easy to deceive would have long been eaten clean thoroughly by Fisher. But only towards Jasmine, Fisher couldn't do this.
But anyway children don't need doubts resolved, while the current Jasmine needed it.
Fisher didn't follow up on this topic, conversely abruptly like recalling something suddenly reaching the hand into his own pocket. Drawing out a piece of archaic parchment from within the Demi-Human Completion Handbook, this was precisely the 20% reward he obtained from researching Jasmine,
【Poem of the Fairy in the Lake】,
Upon it written with scrawling Naris Language,
【Starting the family establishing business here, praising victory here, crowned ascending the summit here, awaiting your return here.】
Beneath the moonlight, Fisher cast an evaluating glance at the parchment within his hand, suddenly speaking up a story seeming entirely unimportant to the present,
"Jasmine, Godlin I who pioneered the Naris Dynasty is undoubtedly an extremely outstanding heroic character. You have previously seen his story in the library. At 25 years old he leading his own troops rose in uprising at Nari Lake. From the West Coast of the Western Continent, this most barren place at the time all the way advancing east, delivering the most fatal blow to the tottering Central Empire."
"He universally loved subjects originating from different places. His outstanding personality charm convinced batch after batch of heroes. Even Schwari and Kadu also didn't stint praises leaving behind massive numbers of poems praising his merits for him, using this to commemorate his magnificent feats. Just such a glorious character, in reality upon the road of march exterminated completely the bureaucrats of the Central Empire. The royal family of the Central Empire even further because of his butcher's knife not a single one survived, this within still included innocent women and children."
"Along the path he burned many ancient texts left by the Central Empire, massacred the original clergy members of the Church, making the Pope crawl before his face kissing his palm. The fresh blood stained upon his hands uncountable, the wronged souls dying because of him able to queue from Saint-Nazareth all the way to Kadu. Yet even if it's such a person, he nonetheless until death was waiting for your mother's return..."
"Eh?"
Hearing up to here, the pupils within Jasmine's eyes slightly widened a bit, seemingly astonished to the degree of not daring to believe.
But Fisher nonetheless merely smiled faintly, continuing saying,
"Haven't you always wanted to know exactly who your mother lent her own precious sword to? Now I can tell you the answer, your mother, the Ocean Emperor, the God of Destruction of the Ocean personally lent her own precious sword to the founding Emperor of Naris Godlin I. Viewed from the situation of Whale-kin's lifespan one year equaling eighty human years, your mother in the year 720 years prior to this year's Gothrin Festival, lent the precious sword to the poor boy Godlin I only aged 25."
"Leaving behind the handwriting beneath the waterway of Nari Lake, is precisely your mother. Your mother as early as when lending out the sword knew, looking from human lifespans, until Godlin I died the sword entirely couldn't be retrieved. But why did she still lend the sword to Godlin I?"
Fisher read that Poem of the Fairy in the Lake upon his hands, perhaps he had long obtained the answer,
"The reason is, your mother and Godlin I fell in love. But ultimately, your mother completely didn't like Muxi staying upon the land, choosing to separate from him. Actually the true agreement between your mother and Godlin I is, waiting until he is 35 years old pacifying the realm, he would return your mother's precious sword and marry her."
"Kept in the dark, Godlin fulfilled his dream at 33 years old, leading the army defeating the giant empire spanning the entire continent for thousands of years. He completely didn't establish the nation at the original capital of the Central Empire, instead continuously spurring the horses traveling day and night returned to the poor place Saint-Nazareth where he was born."
"At 34 years old he established the nation in Saint-Nazareth, waiting for your mother to return fulfilling the agreement; 35 years old, the agreed time of ten years arrived, he built majestic royal courtyards one after another beside the lake for your mother. But your mother nonetheless still hadn't returned..."
"Official history records, Godlin I only married at 37 years old. This to an Emperor of an empire is an extremely dangerous age. Fearing only this Godlin I whose prestige covered the entire continent dared to disregard everyone's opposition making such a decision."
"And could your mother completely not know Godlin I had long passed away? Then why did she still persist in sending a Whale-person ashore to deliver a letter every eighty years? Why additionally write that quite childish nickname of her own child 【Son of the Sea】 within the letter mailing it for Godlin I's descendants to read?"
Jasmine blankly stared at Fisher, but suddenly, she thought of the magic Mother and that human agreed upon,
"Blood... Magic?"
"Mhm... your mother through the blood magic establishing the oath knew he had descendants, then decided to leave the precious sword on the shore continuing to shelter his descendants; while the long deceased Godlin I, until 87 years old exactly his late years before dying beside Nari Lake, he entirely hadn't departed Saint-Nazareth. Even furthermore left his own Royal Mausoleum beside Nari Lake."
"Jasmine, Godlin I until right before dying, was consistently waiting for your mother to return."
Fisher handed the Poem of the Fairy in the Lake within his hands to Jasmine. Actually this matter as early as when he and Jasmine were at the waterway beneath Nari Lake he then knew. But compelled by the tense situation at the time, he completely lacked the opportunity to speak these with Jasmine.
"Of course, me speaking these to you isn't to express among humans also have good people, not entirely are bad people... what I truly want to tell you is, a person's merits and faults and appraisal extremely blurred as to make it difficult to judge. Back then there were still many people dying because of Godlin I resenting him, until now there is also you who is moved owing to the love story between him and the Ocean Emperor..."
"Jasmine, the world is precisely like so, wouldn't alter the established facts owing to anyone's feelings. Even if the heart is no matter how painful and uncomfortable, even if no matter how indignant, these are thoroughly without function... but the reflections and progress you obtained after experiencing these matters are the genuine. The thoughts you produced because of these many matters and the actions put into practice striving for them are the genuine..."
"Grudges will forever circulate down, but we must therefore possess some growth."
Within Jasmine's pupils filled entirely with pitch black flashed a bit of azure radiance. She looked at Fisher, a full several seconds, until the mind had already completely etched down his appearance. Only then did she suddenly turn her head looking towards the calm sea surface below the ship.
The night wind blew the assault, Fisher's words ceased, Jasmine nonetheless opened her mouth,
"Fisher, I must return to the ocean for a trip."