Chapter 459 - The Cold Embrace (2)
Chapter 459 of "My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World" kicks off with thrilling moments: "Atula?"A squad of patrolling soldiers recognized the woman."Could it really be you? I thought I... Read more!
"Atula?"A squad of patrolling soldiers recognized the woman.
"Could it really be you? I thought I was mistaken."
"They all said you were dead. Forgive me, I donât know how to express my joy right now."
"Flora?" Atula was equally surprised as she stepped forward to reminisce with the young Titan girl. "Iâm glad youâre okay. How have things been in the city these days?"
"How else could it be? Thousands of corpses are carried out of the prison every day, the cells are already filled with bodies. Weâre only spared because of our strong bodies; the plague canât affect us."
Flora, holding the reins, shook her head atop the robust sheep-horned horse, her expression not optimistic.
"But itâs been tough for us too, all the dirty and hard work is given to us."
"Who knows when these days will end."
"Letâs not talk about this. Itâs rare to meet, letâs chat about old times. Remember the last time..."
When they reached an interesting topic, their tall bodies leaned back and forth with laughter, the hearty laughter echoing down the empty street.
Sevia silently stood in place, watching them exchange lively conversation. Just as she planned to look around nearby, Atula called out to her.
"Let me introduce you to a friend I just met, Sevia."
Atula pulled Sevia in front of Flora.
"Sevia, doesnât sound like someone from around here." Flora appeared thoughtful.
"Ah, you donât know, it was this lady who saved me outside, otherwise, I wouldnât have returned." Atula said.
"Is that so? I must thank you. Atula and I grew up wearing the same pants."
As she got closer, Sevia realized how tall the sheep-horned horses they sat on really were.
She barely reached the joints of the horseâs legs. The sturdy tendons rose like a small hill; compared to a horse, it was more like a young brontosaurus, with its curved horns reflecting a bronze sheen, its long neck held high, and its nostrils snorting defiance.
The strength required to ride steadily on its back was imaginable.
"Miss Sevia, how tall are you?" Flora asked with a smile.
"One meter seventy," Sevia replied expressionlessly.
"You must be mistaken. I remember that the joints of my sheep-horned horse are less than five feet..."
This meant that perhaps, at the moment, the blue-haired girl in boots was barely over one meter sixty.
"She probably canât even reach the stirrups."
Atula laughed to defuse the situation for Sevia. "What Flora means is, would you like to come up and sit? You can see further from a higher position."
It was an undisputed fact that the Titan Clan was tall. Atulaâs two and a half meters were below average height for the clan, with rumors that General Frieza stood nearly three meters tall, very imposing.
"With such thin arms and legs, can she manage it? These sheep-horned horses have a fierce temperament and require strength to control," Flora said, glancing at Sevia and laughing heartily.
Atula said nothing, walking toward one of the sheep-horned horses, preparing to mount. The blue-haired girl appeared silently at her side, her gaze serene as her hand gently caressed the horseâs mane.
To their astonishment, the previously proud sheep-horned horse became docile at the girlâs touch, lowering its head quietly.
Sevia lightly leapt onto the horseâs back, her slender legs slightly closed, letting out a soft laugh.
"It seems they arenât just subdued by brute force."
"Speaking to them kindly, theyâre willing to listen, arenât they?"
The two were speechless, acknowledging the girl had won this round.
The trio headed toward the distant high wall, followed by the patrol soldiers. Atula led in front, guiding the horse. Along the way, they saw many people trying to escape the soldiers, only to be harshly subdued to the ground.
A man struggled off a prison carriage, accidentally stumbling under the sheep-horned horse, mistaking the girl for nobility and kneeling.
"Please, help me. I really am not sick; I canât go to prison..."
"My wife died. I have two children at home, without care, theyâll die too. I have work, Iâm about to get a considerable payment, they canât imprison me!"
Sevia was momentarily at a loss.
The approaching soldiers quickly lifted the man, saluted Sevia, and escorted the man, now appearing much older, to the prison carriage.
The manâs desolate eyes etched deeply into the girlâs own. Sevia recalled many past memories.
Only those who are utterly despairing show such eyes.
At some point, she had seen many eyes like these.
She couldnât bear such eyes and didnât want to see people suffering.
She had tried to save people.
If bearing all the suffering herself could rid the world of any coldness and injustice, allowing people to live forever in a beautiful Eden, she would choose self-sacrifice without hesitation.
This sacrifice didnât stem from self-consolation.
But from her psychological flaw.
Perhaps, she wasnât taking.
But seeking liberation.
Willingness to harm herself for the suffering of others didnât come from her nobility but her selfishness.
If the fields were filled with bird songs and flowers.
Then, confronting her wounded self in the mirror.
Sevia would feel beautiful.
Perhaps, she was quite seriously ill.
Seeing the girl suddenly silent, Atula teased, "What, canât stand these lousy things?"
"Yes." Sevia replied.
"Grandma Hatan often said, thereâs nothing the Titan Clan canât do," Atula suddenly sang a song from their homeland.
"If there is, then our arms arenât broad enough, our muscles arenât strong enough!"
"As long as our power is strong enough and our will is firm, thereâs nothing to fear!"
"I think this applies to you, too. Even though I donât know where youâre from, you seem delicate yet so stubborn and resilient, always appearing unhappy. I knew your mind must be filled with other peopleâs troubles."
"If you canât stand this world and think thereâs too much suffering, instead of wearing a gloomy face all day, why not find a way to become strong, strong enough to change everything!"
"Power..." Sevia lowered her gaze, looking at her hand, softly murmuring the word.
"I donât have such grand ambitions, just thinking of saving those people." Atula said.
"Ending suffering, those grand aspirations, are left for the big figures. My biggest wish is to lead a few Farmer Sheep back to my hometown, strip off all clothes, lie on the sheepâs back, and sing loudly across the plains of Tulatan!"
Sevia began to reevaluate the friend she had met in this foreign land.
"So, where are we heading now?"
"Flora just told me, a group of Wizards has come to Pangard, talking about a century ago, something about the Parasite Miracle, claiming they can help us solve this plague and they want to see our King."
"The General has detained them. Since we have nothing better to do, Iâll take you to see the fortifications."
Hearing this, Seviaâs expression turned solemn.
" âParasite Miracleâ..."