Sophie tried to get Hesta to reveal something, but no matter how much she asked, Hesta remained silent.
As dawn approached, there seemed to be some problem with the heating in the room. Alvira got up and went to find a blanket in the back room. Only Hestad and Sophie were left in the room.
"What if you were to write this story?" Sophie thought for a moment, "How would you write it?"
"How do I know...I'm not home."
"Leaving aside the plot, what do you think a person's state should be like after that?"
Hesta leaned on the chair and thought for a moment. She clasped her hands and looked out the window at the dark blue sky.
"Perhaps at the beginning, people will indeed feel pain from this," Hesta said softly, "because the success of revenge... often makes people realize another fact - if she did not take action, then what she did Revenge will probably pass unnoticed in this world, because some criminals hide well enough that they will never have to pay for the crimes they committed."
Sophie mused.
"But this layer of pain, or shock, will soon be diluted by new joy."
"Because, after all, she took action, and the retribution in this world became clear because of her actions. This is the honor she earned with sweat... No matter how bloody it is in the eyes of others, to her, this is It’s all a great comfort.”
Hesta's voice softened and seemed to be filled with some uncertainty, "Maybe she will chew on this process again and again in the future. Maybe at some moments, she will still tremble when she recalls the hardships of the process. But after the revenge is completed, At that moment, she had achieved the greatest relief - all the old shackles had been broken by her own hands, and she would never seek anyone's forgiveness for this.
"That's when she was able to lie down, close her eyes, and really get a good night's sleep."
Hesta looked at the light and shadow on the ceiling.
"She was finally able to... move on."
There was silence in the room.
Hesta turned to look at Sophie, "If it were me, I would write like this."
Sophie didn't speak for a long time. She felt a little sore in the nose for no reason. Eureka's voice was very slow and almost devoid of any emotion, but through this calm narration, Sophie seemed to be able to feel a vast sea of heart.
Hesta looked at her, "...why are you crying?"
Sophie lowered her head and pressed her eyes, feeling embarrassed at her sudden sadness. She laughed suddenly, and after a while she gently touched her heart and adjusted her breathing: "...it would be nice if you were home too, I feel like I I prefer the ending you mentioned."
Alvira returned to the room holding two blankets, "Come on, you two put on-"
"I really have to go." Hesta stood up. She took Alvira's blanket and put them on Sophie's bed. "Thank you for your hospitality tonight."
"Wait a minute -" Sophie reached for Hesta's sleeve, but her elbow accidentally knocked down a copy of Ernest's Selections next to her hand. The book flipped around in the air and fell heavily. At Hesta's feet.
"It's this book again..." Hesta leaned over to pick it up, and three old photos fell out of the paper slot on the back cover.
She leaned over again and found that they were the birth of a child, the centenary and the anniversary commemorations.
The date on the first photo is: 27/11/4615
Hesta glanced at Alvira's expression out of the corner of her eye - her eyes widened, obviously not expecting that there would be photos in this book. Valley Hum
"November 27, isn't that the day before yesterday? Oh, now I have to say the day before yesterday." Hesta put the photo back on the back cover of the book and handed the book to Alvira. "The Duke talked to us early that morning. I read this book and said that he was deeply impressed by the story of 'Indian Camp' in the book."
"Yes," Alvira's eyes were slightly red. She took the book, opened the title page, and gently touched the lines on it, "He also told me that we all had... the same experience."
Just as Hesta was about to say something, Sophie, who was rummaging for things at the side, interrupted her, "Aunt, where are the things we prepared together during the day? I want to give her Eureka's share now."
Alvira held her forehead and laughed, "The things are in my room, let's talk about it tomorrow?"
Sophie was startled, and her eyes dimmed with disappointment. She looked at Hesta: "It's really inconvenient to get it now, but wait until tomorrow. I have a gift for you tomorrow!"
Hesta didn't ask any more questions. After bidding farewell to the two of them, she withdrew.
After saying hello to the mercury needle on duty downstairs, she returned to her room.
The body that had been up all night seemed to be slightly drunk, and Hestad felt sincerely tired, but this feeling was so beautiful, like a farmer who had completed a day's work, with some kind of completion and relief.
Hesta stretched out her back and relaxed on the bed.
In a daze, she remembered Sophie's words, "I seem to... prefer the ending you mentioned" and couldn't help but smile.
Of course she was writing the ending of this story with her own hands, but not in the form of words.
Looking at the ceiling, Hesta raised his left hand, stretched out his fingers, made a fist, and repeated this.
The sky outside the window has slowly turned from dark blue to light. Soon, the sun will rise.
…
It was almost noon when she woke up again, and Hesta felt hungry. After washing, she quickly went downstairs to find something to eat.
The hall was a little deserted today, and Hestad caught sight of Roger's servant, who was anxiously telling Danglars an extremely bizarre thing.
Although his voice was low, Hesta still got a general idea - originally his master was supposed to arrive at Tan Yi's dock this morning, and they would take a small boat to the west coast of District 3 and head there from there. Take the transoceanic ship to the first area.
However, Roger was nowhere to be found at the pier this morning. Last night he suddenly went out without saying where he was going. Then he disappeared for a whole day and there is no news yet. The servant thought that if Roger had not left, he would have gone back to the manor to have lunch with everyone, so he came back to take a look...
However, Roger is not here.
Tangglar's face turned gloomy when he heard this, "...Did he open the box of wine I sent yesterday?"
The servant looked confused, "What kind of wine... Oh, that box of wine, we adults put it together with the box of clothes. It's all on the luggage cart now."
"You mean it wasn't opened?" Tanglar grabbed the servant's hand, "Didn't he see the note I left on the wine box?"
"I saw it...but last night, my lord was in a hurry to go out, so he asked me to put away the wine first——"
Tanglar slapped the chair hard, "Oh, I even reminded him!"
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