Chapter 1950

The red butterflies dancing in the mottled tree shadows were reflected in their eyes, and no one wanted to break the peace of this moment.

After a long time, Helen squirmed and moved her position so that she could rest her head more comfortably, and then said softly:

"Do you know, sir? In those 22-year cycles, every year when my sister and I could reunite and walk through the world together, we would choose a dense forest at the moment when the summer sun was at its best, and then lie on the grass, head to head, letting our black skirts and white skirts spread out, just like now, watching the mottled tree shadows together without saying a word."

"Helen and I could watch for a whole day, and then get up together at dusk, walk out of the forest, and walk toward the city facing the sunset."

Grace also said softly, and Xia De pursed his lips, hugging their shoulders with both hands. The sisters also noticed Xia De's movement, and a faint smile appeared on their faces.

"Thousands of years, it's like a fleeting moment."

Helen continued to say softly.

"We have been chasing one 21-year period after another, and most of the time, we wouldn't even stop to look at the scenery around us."

"We are like butterflies trapped in time. Although the reality of time is constantly moving forward, we are still constantly cycling, chasing, waiting, and reuniting in the 22-year time, and then facing similar stories again."

"Year after year, time after time, it's been so long."

"Yes, it's been so long. From that banquet, to Helen finally hearing that Detective Sparrow Hamilton had opened a detective agency in St. Deran Square in Tobesk, it's really been too long, too long."

For Xia De, this was only less than a year of time, but for them, it had spanned the Fifth and Sixth Eras. The story of the red butterflies began because of the banquet Xia De participated in, and ended because of the fight between Xia De and the God of Blood by the lake. But now, the fate that belonged to them had started to turn again.

What had already happened could not be changed, so Xia De wouldn't worry about whether this was good or bad. What he was thinking about at this moment was still what happened on Thursday night.

They, lying in the snow with him, knew what Xia De was thinking:

"Sir, that was our own decision. We won't regret it, what are you still worrying about?"

"We have waited for so many years, and we have already thought about everything. This is our joint decision, not an impulsive act or for the sake of repaying a favor."

They turned left and right, leaving kisses on Xia De's left and right cheeks respectively. The remaining hesitation in Xia De's heart suddenly disappeared at this moment as he looked at the scenery under the tree shadows. Originally, he had chased them out to ask what happened that night, but this question no longer had any meaning now.

They also saw Xia De's thoughts from his expression and movements. Helen hugged Xia De's arm:

"Really, sir, we don't need you to be responsible, why are you so worried about this?"

"I can actually be responsible."

"No, only we ourselves will be responsible for ourselves. We are not anyone's butterflies; we are free butterflies. Only when we miss you do we belong to you."

Grace corrected, and Helen laughed happily on the side.

The sisters each held one of Xia De's hands and stood up. Their blue eyes met across Xia De, who was still lying down, and then their other free hands held each other in front of Xia De. The increasingly blurred and scattered red butterfly group covered Xia De's body. When the dancing red butterflies flew to the side again, embellishing the forest even more beautifully, the eighteen-year-old girls in black and white dresses were already holding Xia De's hands tightly with their left and right hands.

Perhaps because they were once witches, in this state, they were only a little shorter than Xia De, so in this movement, her sky-blue eyes could look directly into Xia De's eyes on the snow below.

Compared to their first meeting at the banquet of the God of Blood, there was less timidity and confusion in those eyes now, and more maturity and joy. She looked at him, and he looked at them.

No need to speak, everything was in silence. So, she let go of the hand holding Xia De, supported her hands on the snow on both sides of Xia De's head, leaned down slightly, and pressed her lips to Xia De's lips. Xia De also closed his arms and hugged the girl who was moved.

"Sir, you have had intimate contact with witches and those human girls, so is this your first intimate contact with a humanoid relic?"

Someone was giggling in his ear. The snow was still falling, and red butterflies fluttered under the tree shadows, like a red tide, as if singing a ballad. Red butterflies embellished the grass in the forest, and falling snow embellished the red butterflies and him.

The hands held again were no longer let go by Xia De, and the swaying butterfly group seemed to embellish this dense forest with a touch of shy redness. The black hair of the Red Butterfly Twins, which was considered to have a cursed meaning, swayed in the tide of red butterflies. Their dresses melted into the light, and the pair of gorgeous, huge red butterfly wings that grew from behind her gradually closed on the snow surface where the tree shadows were mottled and the red butterflies danced, shyly hiding the brand-new story that belonged to the outlander and the sisters who had walked through thousands of years.

The sisters had a different kind of love that transcended kinship, like mutual torture and mutual love, and they had a completely different but more intense friendship with the outlander who saved them. When this emotion had gone through several millennia, spanned the Fifth and Sixth Eras, and was swallowed by Xia De today as a sweet and green fruit, when he was entangled by red butterflies in the butterfly wings and watched by two pairs of blue eyes, he suddenly felt that perhaps this cup of "Red Butterfly Blood Brew" today was also something he was brewing in his own way.

It was indeed bitter, but it was also indeed delicious and sweet.

The witches in the Green Lake Hotel didn't wait for Xia De and the sisters to come back for lunch, but instead saw more and more red butterflies flying out from every corner of the forest. Miss Sylvia originally wanted to go into the forest to find them, but was stopped by Grandma Cassandra, who was laughing:

"Let them talk, let's not disturb them."

The old witch looked out the window, looking at the large swaths of red butterflies in the forest, as if she wanted to ignite the entire forest into a fiery red:

"This is the long-cherished wish that has lasted for many years..."

Touching the soul deeply, Xia De understood the situation of Grace and Helen most deeply. The God of Blood took away a quarter of their souls in the battle by the lake in the Sikar Mountains, and the power of the "Sleeping Princess" maze allowed them, who should have left, to stay again, but also suppressed and sealed most of their memories and power. The power of the god-made object "Butterfly Calling Flute" gradually suppressed the awakening whispers, making the magic miracle power they possessed more active.

Now, in the state of "Trinity," they absorbed the power of the old god in the red orb, and at the same time became half of the Space Chosen One, or rather, they were the Chosen Ones themselves. The power of the ancient god of space, which was directly related to the old god 【Twin Gods】, further changed the situation of the sisters.

They were still relics, and this could not be changed, but their power became purer and stronger because of the cleansing of the Chosen One ritual. Although Xia De couldn't judge the relic grading, the sisters, not counting the power that was still sealed, were already stronger than their peak power in the past just by the power they possessed at this moment.

Merging with Dorothy and Laisia into the true "Space Chosen One" would instead make them much weaker.

The traces of whisper elements further faded from their bodies and souls, and the relic 【Red Butterfly Twins】 changed from the root. It was something no one had ever thought of for a relic to become a Chosen One. But when such a thing really appeared, the whisper power of the relic didn't conflict with the miracle power, but instead made them stronger and purer.

Although Laisia and Dorothy also gained huge benefits in the Chosen One ritual, that was more reflected in their potential to become thirteen-ring in the future.

And the sisters, who had reached the peak of this era in the material world, were not ring-warlock at all. Therefore, the power improvement brought by the Chosen One status was more direct and obvious. They could almost be said to be...

"Sir, can, can you concentrate?"

The girl hugging his neck said breathlessly, her long black hair falling onto Xia De's face. Xia De apologized softly, and in the narrow space like a cocoon formed by the red butterfly wings, he looked up and kissed the joyful girl again.

In short, compared to Laisia and Dorothy, the influence of the Chosen One status on Grace and Helen was more profound and important. "Desire" was a humanoid unknown-level relic, but now they clearly had the ability to change the surrounding environment to a certain extent as long as they appeared, similar to desire.

Of course, they were definitely not the opponents of "Desire" now. After all, the latter had experienced a longer and more distant time, while the little red butterfly girls were just "young people" who had crossed an era change. But they already had that potential, that potential to touch the unknown level.

"Sir, I said just now, at least for now, can you not think about other girls?"

She complained softly, but there was clearly a smile on the corner of her mouth.

When Helen was holding Xia De's arm and Grace was walking behind them, and they returned to the Green Lake Hotel together, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Megan still didn't realize what had happened, and greeted Xia De, asking him if he would have dinner together later, or if he would eat a few bites now to fill his stomach.

It was Miss Aurora who saw the clues, looked at the three people who came back suspiciously, hesitated for a moment, leaned to Megan's side and whispered a few words. The great witch of wisdom and knowledge looked at him dumbfounded, and immediately understood what Xia De had done in the afternoon:

"He actually... can relics also?"