When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 955 - 320 I Will Be with You

Chapter 955: Chapter 320 I Will Be with You

Although Isabel’s portrayal of Aiwass seemed to be in the third person… Aleister sensed the overwhelmingly abundant emotions.

And Isabel continued to say:

“Before I truly fell in love with him… I felt awe, dependence, and trust towards him. Even though we are peers, I sensed the love and reliability of an elder.

“Then came curiosity… I was extremely curious at that time—Is this really the complete him? Is he really this young? Is this some kind of act? Or is it possible, beneath that all-knowing and almighty, godlike radiance, there lies unspeakable horrific flesh and blood?”

Following that uncontrollable curiosity, Isabel gradually felt Aiwass’s tenderness and reliability.

Like a superb commander, a wise monarch, or a loving grandfather, an indulgent elder brother… At first, Isabel wasn’t aware of love. Because Aiwass was too far distant from her.

“Yet amidst these complex feelings, I gradually peeled away at Aiwass’s heart. And unexpectedly… deep within his heart, I captured something.”

——That was a sliver of “Aiwass’s humanity”.

“That is precisely the melancholy, timidity, inferiority, and panic within Aiwass’s heart. He never reveals these feelings outwardly, only when he completely relaxes in my presence does he stealthily release a little, and quickly retracts it. As if he fears I would discover this secret… But what I didn’t tell him is, I had actually sensed it long ago, only I kept silent out of respect for his pride.

“Understand this… the Path of Beauty has the strongest perception of the human heart.”

Isabel whispered softly in Aleister’s ear, “In fact… that’s the real reason why I fell in love with him.”

Her feelings for Aiwass transformed from “like” to “love” for two reasons.

When she had just ascended to the throne, utterly exhausted in spirit, her first thought was of Aiwass. Only in his embrace could she, “Her Majesty the Queen”, cry with relief.

At that moment, she knew that she could never be without Aiwass again.

Isabel, despite being a crybaby from a young age, never cried in front of others.

The more she was looked down upon as a child, the stronger and almost obsessive her self-esteem became——

But, one cannot truly love a god.

The reverence one has for an idol is but a false love. It is love for the perfect being in one’s heart, yet it never points to the actual soul of the other person.

Precisely because of this, Isabel’s pride would not allow her to accept a fleeting love—if Aiwass loved her selflessly, yet desired nothing in return, nor pursued anything from her, then she could not accept such a “god loves all humanity” kind of equal love. Because she could not accept being meaningless in this relationship.

“Thankfully,” Isabel moved even closer to Aleister’s ear, murmuring softly, “when I lay on his chest crying, I heard his heart silently weeping too.”

As she completely broke down, Aiwass too showed a moment of vulnerability in front of her, even if not expressed previously… That instant, she realized that indeed, they could be a couple supporting each other to the end, not just lovers with “fondness” and “attachment”.

“Let me guess.”

She whispered quietly, “The words that Lord Aiwass said at that time… [So, stop crying].

“That was also addressed to himself, wasn’t it?”

At that moment… just in that instant, the bright and glorious facade of “Aiwass” suddenly shattered.

The one embracing her was not her omnipotent and loyal vassal, but a young boy equally melancholic and insecure.

Just like when he reacted intensely upon receiving the hand-knitted sweater from his grandmother——it surpassed every Demonic Painting she had meticulously crafted for Aiwass. At the time, Isabel was somewhat jealous, but it was not until then that she truly understood everything.

Aiwass was not flawless; he had simply hidden all his wounds away, standing strong on his own.

Even in front of her, he would never admit, nor accept his own vulnerability… but her crying, could melt the ice in his heart.

“A person who wants to smile but cannot will seek to see others smile; similarly, a person who wants to cry but cannot will seek to see others cry… Thus, someone who has deeply experienced sorrow, if not a reckless Tyrant, is a healer of souls.”

Isabel said softly.

She was educated as a Prodigy in the Path of Beauty. Thus, she knew, the reason people watch tragedies, is to release fear, fulfill pity, stir anger, and enhance resolve…

That is not fine wine, but a bitter medicine—a concoction that heals the numb heart.

And it was after that, Aiwass began to gradually show his less-than-perfect side. He slowly let down his guard, like a snail cautiously extending from its shell, revealing his vulnerable and potentially fatal softness to Isabel.

And now, with Aiwass’s departure… his complex insides had been dismembered, eviscerated.

Just as medical specimens lay different organs out in the open, Isabel could read her true inner self more clearly through Aleister.

Once deprived of that noble self that was dedicated to a higher purpose, Aleister’s humanity appeared so starkly clear.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Isabel whispered softly, embracing the naive and young Aleister before her like a tender mother, conveying her words to the most vulnerable part of Aiwass, “Go ahead and cry, girl. I will be with you.”

That was what Aiwass had once said to Isabel… similar yet opposite.

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Aleister did not turn back, nor did he make a sound.

Isabel’s eyes moistened as she spoke.

Like having watched a sad movie, as if long-accumulated grievances and fears finally had a place to be released—when Aleister blinked gently again, a tear rolled down slowly.

Suddenly, the black-haired girl closed her eyes, turned her head back, and curled up in Isabel’s arms.

“I… I lied…”

Aleister sobbed softly, “I don’t want to disappear… I don’t want to be forgotten…”

After the first sob, her crying gradually grew louder.

That is something Aiwass, as a man, would never do – even if his emotions were to collapse one day, he would only curl up in a corner and drink alone, even though he didn’t really drink.

The only thing he could do was to soothe himself with the pain of self-harm, like a knife wound deep in the throat, each swallow of bitter fluids would bring piercing pain. That way, he couldn’t taste the bitterness.

Because if he ever fell, the world would be destroyed.

Aiwass had no room for giving up – this world did not have those incredible “players” who could solve all disasters and defeat any formidable foe, only he could rely on himself. He didn’t need to do anything… just watch and eventually everything would lead to destruction.

One version of disaster after another. One unbelievably powerful BOSS after another. The Gods’ gamble, the fate of the chess pieces, and another future doomed to destruction… all of these piled upon one person.

A mere mortal, yet burdened with such a heavy destiny.

Aiwass had to be strong – until the very end, forging a new path for the entire world.

He was not afraid of sacrifice. He was just worried that an early sacrifice might leave the subsequent crises destroying the world.

Of course, he had his own desires, his own human love and lust. He also wanted to enjoy life; he wanted to study in peace on campus, he wanted to frolic with Isabel in the Royal Palace, he wanted to enjoy his life’s riches and honors as a wealthy man, he wanted to become a great person who could help all those he wanted to help.

But he couldn’t.

“The future” was like a curse, pushing him away from places where he had developed feelings, towards one scene after another where disasters would occur. Sometimes he also wanted to tell others about the future he carried…

But in this world, there was no absolute secret anywhere. Whether in the Dream Realm or the Material Realm, as long as words were spoken or written, there would always be many people and Gods able to find out, and the future would inevitably twist into a direction unforeseeable by Aiwass.

Therefore, Aiwass had to be strong.

He had reasons he must continue forward.

…But Aleister was different.

Her body was thoroughly that of a little girl, still underage, tearing up at just a little pain; her race was the Son of the Moon, notoriously uncontrollable in emotions; she was not even a month old, with a lifespan of less than half a year; her name was not Aiwass, it was Aleister…

— So, it’s alright to cry out loud when you can’t help it, right?

“Cry, it’s okay to let it out. You’re drunk… Only crying in dreams, how strong that is.”

Isabel whispered tenderly, “Aleister… May I call you Alai?

“Let’s do this, Alai. I swear… no matter what, if I have a child with Aiwass, regardless of gender… The first child, I will name them Aleister. In this life, I will love Aleister as much as I love myself, until the end of my life.

“You will not be forgotten by anyone with me here. And I believe, Aiwass would not let you vanish completely. Because he would rather die himself than hurt someone who loves him… You both possess that same tenderness.”

Isabel gently patted Aleister’s back, holding the girl who was so light that even she could easily lift in her arms.

This girl, dangerous enough to single-handedly defeat extremely dangerous Demons, now curled up instinctively like a cold-fearing cat in Isabel’s arms.

She felt the weight of the girl’s body, felt the pain of her spirit which was even more fragile than her body – what kind of weight must Aiwass carry to mar such a dazzling and sacred soul with scars?

At this moment, Isabel felt deeply and clearly Aiwass’s hidden loneliness, pain, sadness, and fear.

…Just like facing a crisis where any misstep could destroy the world, yet he must resolve it himself, unable to speak a word to anyone.

Isabel vaguely sensed where Aiwass’s pressure lay.

She knew she could not help Aiwass save the world. She was already struggling and sweating with just handling Avalon’s many issues.

But she could save Aiwass, as well as Aleister for now.

The political issues accumulated in Avalon, the words of love stored in her heart – now, all could be set aside and left unspoken.

Most important was to heal the long-suffering heart of this big child.

“Cry… I love you.”

Isabel closed her eyes slightly, her pupils like emerald gems compassionately gazing at Aleister.

In this moment, she deeply understood the beauty of “Dedication,” like an actor gradually getting into a role… she gradually fully understood what Aiwass thought.

Right now, she was holding Aleister, but it was like Aiwass holding a part of himself.

If she were to leave this dream again, she had the confidence to put on the mask of Aiwass.

And Aleister – after the sobs, under that warm glow, her crying grew louder and turned into a wailing cry.

The crying turned into screaming, becoming hysterical, even breaking into high pitches, straining as if to vomit it all out.

By the end, it was no longer the frail sobbing, but more like irrational instinctive howling, venting the fear of life and death.

— And this was just like the first cry of a baby’s birth, announcing the true beginning of a life.