landbeastnovel Chapter 260 : This Fateful Bond Was Destined Long Ago
Chapter 260 : This Fateful Bond Was Destined Long Ago
Fortunately, Celitia turned to look at her and quickly rushed to Ariel's side, grabbing her arm and forcibly dragging her away."What are you doing?!"
Celitia lowered her voice and pinched Ariel's arm hard.
"Beat him up!" Ariel said righteously. "Just knock him unconscious and we can escape successfully!"
"..."
The logic was sound and the attitude quite straightforward—so straightforward that all of Celitia's rebuttals got stuck in her throat involuntarily.
After a while, Celitia finally managed to squeeze out her words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:
"You should at least respect the plot—this completely contradicts the course of events in your memory, right?
Sercis isn't weak either. You two might not be able to determine a winner. Moreover, this cell definitely has magical formations that can restrain your movements at any time."
"Fine..."
Though admitting Celitia made sense, Ariel was still reluctant, staring fixedly at the man before them.
"Then after we get out, I'll find him and give him a good beating!"
Celitia was speechless.
How much do you want to beat him up?
Not even sparing illusions in fantasies that aren't the real person?
"Whatever you want," Celitia helplessly covered her face. "Just don't delay our clearing the stage."
Beat him up if you want—what business was it of hers!
After all, it wasn't the current her getting beaten!
Honestly, if Sercis really got beaten up, Celitia would quite enjoy his misfortune.
Perhaps because there was a kind of pleasure in watching her embarrassing past self suffer...
While the two whispered together, Sercis didn't pay much attention to them.
After all, this was just an illusion, and certain unreasonable things were deliberately blurred.
The current Sercis only regarded them as ordinary people imprisoned in jail.
His gaze lightly swept over Celitia and Ariel before finally settling on Emily:
"Your name is Emily?"
Emily didn't want to respond, retorting: "What I'm called doesn't matter at all."
She was using a fake name anyway, so it didn't matter if Sercis called her by it.
"Young age but quite the temper." Sercis smiled, not taking it to heart. "Why did you come to assassinate me?"
"Lord Earl Bell of Phyllis doesn't treat us like human beings at all." Emily gave her prepared excuse. "But you help him defend the city, assisting tyranny. Of course I want to assassinate you!"
Sercis looked deeply at Emily, his expression meaningful, uncertain whether he believed her or not.
"Let's assume that's the case. Since you dared to attempt assassination, have you thought about what your fate will be?"
"Nothing more than death," Emily stubbornly stiffened her neck. "But I won't regret it!"
"What a pity. I think you're promising material—your future achievements will certainly not be limited to this."
Sercis lowered his head, gazing at Emily and sighing deeply, seeming to sigh with emotion. "I really hope to fight you honorably on the battlefield in the future."
Having said this, Sercis no longer lingered, turning to walk out of the cell and locking the iron gate again.
As he fastened the door lock, the lock in Sercis's palm suddenly made an extremely subtle "click" sound.
Yet Sercis seemed not to notice, leaving without looking back.
Emily didn't notice either, still hugging her knees and sitting dazedly in the corner.
Celitia and Ariel stood in place, watching Sercis's retreating figure.
Ariel's gaze moved to the iron lock on the cell door: "That sound just now..."
"The lock catch should be broken." Celitia nodded.
"He broke the cell door lock?" Ariel couldn't believe it. "I only remember the cell door lock mysteriously broke—so it was actually Sercis deliberately letting me go?"
What else?
Celitia silently looked at Ariel, expressing this question with her eyes.
"Why?"
Ariel still found it hard to believe.
"Is this real, or was he pretending to release me? Or is this just the illusion's adaptation based on my memory?"
Ariel's mind was in complete chaos.
Was it the illusion's adaptation, or when memories were replayed, were certain small details restored along with them?
More importantly, why would he do this?
Celitia shrugged:
"For Sercis, you were just a child then, so he didn't want to hold it against you. Besides, didn't he just say you were promising material and he hoped to fight you honorably on the battlefield?"
Speaking of this, Celitia's heart couldn't help but feel a bit resentful again.
If she had known Emily was Ariel, she should have killed her directly back then—there wouldn't have been so much trouble later!
However, Celitia knew very clearly this was pure hindsight.
Even knowing Emily's true identity, Sercis wouldn't have done that.
Ariel at that time was just an ordinary girl, not the later "Nation-Saving Saintess" who would shake the world.
Even if the later Sercis returned to that time, he would make the same choice.
As he had said, Sercis hoped to meet her honorably on the battlefield.
Perhaps the former Sercis and Ariel were destined to become mortal enemies.
What a fateful bond.
However, with the legend's end and times changing, Celitia, who had emerged from that irreversible past, now stood so intimately beside Ariel.
Celebrating together, adventuring together, escaping together.
If the past Sercis could imagine this, he would be so shocked his jaw would drop.
The changes in worldly affairs were always so great, truly catching people off guard.
Celitia secretly sighed in her heart.
For a moment, both fell into long silence.
"Forget it, these are all things of the past." Ariel finally calmed her emotions. "We should hurry up and clear this illusion now."
Celitia only reflected for a moment before also returning to calm.
"Get up," she called to Emily. "Let's leave this place."
Emily looked up puzzledly: "Ah, how do we leave? Did you think of a way?"
That face had been disguised and didn't resemble Ariel.
But the bewildered expression she showed was so adorably similar to Ariel's.
Celitia teasingly drew out her tone:
"Oh my, while intelligence grows with age, for Lady Saintess, it clearly didn't grow very much."
Though Ariel couldn't quite understand, she could feel Celitia was mocking her.
And she was mocking both her past and present selves together!
That mouth was just as annoying as a certain someone who had just left—it would be better sewn shut!
"Let's go!" Ariel's face flushed red with embarrassment, rarely shouting at Celitia. "We'll talk after we get out!"