My Archangel

Looking up at the ceiling of the bedroom, the expression on Vina's face was a little confused.

——Why doesn’t the fist play a role in such a thing?

——Why do you feel so incompetent when facing such a thing?

Right... incompetent.

With these two words constantly appearing in her mind, Vina immediately felt as if her chest was blocked by something, and the hands holding the pillow towel became harder unconsciously.

At this moment, she finally realized...why in the recent period, when encountering things related to that little devil, she always had some kind of emotion that she couldn't control.

It was not an instinctive reaction to the extreme, but the most intuitive manifestation of her "incompetence".

-Incompetent anger.

Because it was only at this time that she was aware of "Al", her subconscious had already realized which "Al" was more important to her.

And this has produced a very strong sense of powerlessness and crisis.

Because she knew very well what she had done to that child in the twelfth year of "adopting" that child.

It is precisely because of this, and after subconsciously knowing that no matter what she is doing is hard to recover, the continuously accumulated sense of powerlessness in her subconscious began to cause qualitative changes from quantitative changes, and finally made this sense of powerlessness become a bucket. Explosives that burn on touch.

And the fuse on the explosive comes from "the factors that may make the kid leave him."

Whether it was Camilla or Al before, the explosives exploded at the moment they touched this fuse, prompting her body to exude killing intent faster than her brain.

Frankly speaking, even now, Vina still did not expect that the practice of sending "Al" on the experimental platform three years ago... would cause such a big trouble to her now.

Because no matter the world she was born in, or the world here... the difference in rank brought about by the difference in individual strength is exaggerated to the extreme.

A god, who has adopted a living creature under the god, is ready to be tested as a white mouse. Is this a problem?——Of course there is, and the problem is not small.

But, who will judge her for this matter?

Nearly a thousand years of time, nearly a thousand years of experience, has already made Vina understand her own nature.

Wei Na knows very well that her own guilty conscience and guilt... do not come from her own actions, but from the person she did this kind of thing is "Al".

If "Al" were replaced by another mouse that didn't have such a big impact on her, even if she was unhappy and threw the opponent directly into the forest outside to feed the monster, it probably wouldn't happen. The degree of guilt.

However... there are not so many ifs in the world.

Now standing next to her is "Al", who was sent to the operating table as a container by her. It is also "Al", and now she feels regret and an indescribable despair...also "Al".

Today, Vina knows very well that if she did not choose to "adopt" but threw the kid out, she would definitely not have the emotions she is now, nor would she be entangled like she is now.

However, this is an established fact that has already happened.

And... to be honest, Vina doesn't hate the emotions she has towards Al now.

On the contrary, she likes it very much.

Even though she is experiencing a very uncomfortable time at this moment, but even so, she sincerely believes that being able to meet that kid is the luckiest thing in her nine hundred years.

I want to continue living together.

I really want to continue living the two people like before.

But... it has been impossible.

Can't do it.

At this moment, Vina would even suspect that if she were to abandon her self-esteem and pretend to be an ordinary girl who made a mistake, she ran out crying and hugged the kid, and honestly told him everything that had happened so far. Then I prayed for his forgiveness-if it was so simple to change everything back to the original, she might not even hesitate, and immediately began to cry.

However, Vina knew better than anyone that things could not develop so easily and smoothly.

In the limited twenty-seven years of her life, even if that "Tailin" is excluded, she has received many confessions.

Although these confessions have never caused her to have psychological fluctuations, every time she looked bored at the provocative parties after listening to the confession, an idea would always come to her mind.

——Never give up your initiative easily, unless you have absolute certainty, otherwise...In the end, it will only lead to a tragedy that belongs to you alone.

"Al" didn't like himself.

Now Vina knows this very well.

Whether it was before or after being sent to the operating table, this kid was like that.

No, maybe before the age of twelve, he more or less had such a small part of his expectations, but he had already been destroyed by himself.

After that, even if the memory of the time was forgotten because of an accident, it is clear that the instinct of fear has been engraved in the body and continues to the present.

Vina knows very well that at this time, choosing to apologize frankly may give her a trace of forgiveness, but...on the contrary, it will also become the last straw that crushes the roof, and there is no basis for the two parties. "Al" is farther away from himself.

Perhaps, after you have a foundation that can create room for understanding, you can choose to confess and apologize, which may bring the distance between the two parties closer.

But obviously, that time is not now.

For now, Vina felt that she had no room to apologize just because of the relationship between the two that would be broken at any time.

"Speaking of which, what the hell do I want... is it to get his forgiveness... or something else?"

At this moment, just when the thoughts in Vina's mind happened to think of this, her eyes suddenly widened.

——I don’t really need this kind of understanding that is indistinguishable from a consolation prize. What I want is everything he has.

With this answer that seemed to originate from her subconscious mind, the thoughts in Vina's mind suddenly straightened out at this moment.

"Yes...that's it. Since that's the case, what stupid things have I been doing...?"

After blinking and realizing what she really wanted now, Vina suddenly lifted her head from the pillow.

At this moment, her eyes, which had originally become a little hazy and lost because of despair and confusion...as if they had regained some brilliance.

"Now if I want to communicate with that kid normally, I can't show the guilty reaction just now, it's really stupid."

"Yeah... Why should I feel guilty for him? Even if he is guilty, he won't like me in turn, so I won't be wronged."

"But... when I was stared at by that stinky kid just now, I couldn't even control my emotions... Even if I don't want to be nervous, I need to think of another way..."

The expression on her face gradually changed, and she sat up halfway from the bed sheet. Wiener's aftermath moved away from the pillow towel with two faint wet stains in her arms, and looked up at a small table.

On that little table, besides tea and a kettle, there were also several bottles of things she had never drunk.

It was the wine Camilla gave her when she came to visit her a long time ago.

I heard that as long as you don’t use divine power to filter it when you drink it, it’s a strong drink that can make the gods get drunk even after a few sips.