Four Split Personalities

And so, he spurred his horse northward, racing like the wind.

He himself didn’t know what he wanted to do, only aware that the Holy Land lay to the north of Misha County...

Thus, Gahares set off in a daze.

Under the ravages of the plague, his consciousness murky, his body feeble, his skin rotting, and his vision blurred, while these atrocious conditions had diminished to something akin to ordinary drunkenness after being weakened by the system, it was still enough to render Gahares, already on the verge of collapse, thoroughly bewildered.

Until he tumbled from his warhorse, curling up as he fell onto an unnamed small path...

Gahares felt his body temperature plummeting rapidly, his limbs stiffening, and gradually beginning to move beyond his control...

[Mutation?]

These two words flashed through his mind.

"Haha..."

He chuckled dryly, knowing that he was about to transform into a mutant, so he closed his eyes and waited for the system’s death notification.

Only a few seconds passed before he heard it...

"Who are you?"

It was a crisp child’s voice that did not belong to the system; he struggled to open his eyes, finding a little girl with a face like carved jade inspecting him curiously.

"Little Qiu?"

Gahares asked hoarsely, only producing a monster-like growl, and as he realized something, he flailed his arms, trying to wave the girl away, but saw her reveal a sweet smile.

"Big brother Gahares~"

Qiu squatted beside Gahares, gently touched his forehead, and cheerfully asked, "Why are you here?"

The pain that had spread through his body receded...

Now with his reasoning fully restored, Gahares suddenly sat up and muttered instinctively, "Her Highness the Saintess... she..."

"Her Highness the Saintess?"

Qiu rolled her eyes and spread her hands, "Forget Language went off to the City of Light, all lovey-dovey with Black Fan."

Gahares was stunned, "How do you know this..."

"A Holy Knight told me."

The girl shrugged and pouted, "I was abandoned..."

Abandoned...

Abandoned...

Abandoned...

Gahares, staring at the girl’s puffed-up little face, had a blank mind.

Forget Language had left, completely forgetting about him, and gone to the City of Light with that unrivaled Black Fan Commander, pushing him to the back of her mind, along with her previous promises...

He suddenly remembered his earlier thought—[If that were the case, it might as well be that she simply forgot me.]

No, that wasn’t quite right.

Gahares now felt from the bottom of his heart that, rather than her just forgetting him, it would have been better if he were gravely injured and had no choice but to be sent back to the Holy Land... or better yet...

At least that way, Her Highness the Saintess... would still be Her Highness the Saintess in his eyes...

The light that had pierced through despair and darkness to illuminate his path.

Not...

"Haha, hahaha... hahahahaha!!!"

Gahares suddenly burst into laughter, shaking all over, beating his chest, stamping his feet, tears streaming down his face, hysterical, blood flowing from his orifices, laughing manically for a full five minutes before he knelt on the ground, clutching his forehead...

"These thoughts... these thoughts... indeed, it’s true that both I and this world have rotten through..."

"Gahares... big brother?"

Qiu looked at the man before her, now thoroughly devastated by something far beyond the plague, tugging gently at his clothing...

"Do you want Qiu to comfort you?"

Chapter 469: The End