Chapter 1182 - 542: "Mom

Chapter 1182: Chapter 542: "Mom

He said:

"You have the power to choose."

"Moreover, you aren’t ’unable to make a choice’... this is your choice."

"Accept yourself, whether it’s this weak mortal blood, or that cursed divinity bloodline, accept both calmly."

"This is the path you have chosen."

"Teresa, walk it firmly."

Teresa also heard the response of another self at that time.

"I can’t make a choice, I... I don’t want to give up either side!"

Back then, in a similar dream-like world, that other self gritted her teeth and spoke loudly to Lord Herbert:

"I’m not a pure human, but I’m also not a pure Demon."

"I’m not a monster, I’m just me."

"A village girl dreaming innocent dreams, a Alien Species caught between two bloodlines."

"Without either, it wouldn’t be the current me!"

These words from both deeply impacted Teresa, shockingly more than she could have anticipated.

"Mother."

Teresa’s despised Demon bloodline was, however, the only link between another her and her mother.

Unable to let go, unwilling to let go, absolutely won’t let go.

The other Teresa accepted the unfair fate given to her, endured all the torment, and waited for the happiness that belonged to her.

In the territory named Elda, she met her confidante Yunier, and they became best friends.

Even though that Priestess really liked to tease her, always saying things that were embarrassing and joking about her affections, occasionally showing overly loving eyes, unconsciously treating another her as a child...

But Yunier truly is a wonderful person, filling the void of friendship in another Teresa’s heart.

Compared to the tragic life of another self, Teresa’s life seemed too beautiful.

Beautiful...

"Almost like an illusion."

Teresa voiced a long-hidden thought from the depths of her heart, only to find herself unexpectedly calm, as if she’d long anticipated this possibility.

"Is this merely a nightmare? Or, could it be... that the current me is actually dreaming?"

It’s a tedious question.

Ultimately, it’s just a strange dream.

Once she wakes up from the dream, she would still be the happily embraced country girl, unchanged.

Thus, just like before, Teresa fell asleep, leaving that bizarre dream.

"..."

But this time awakening was somewhat different from before.

She didn’t forget.

Teresa remembered everything that another her had gone through, including Herbert, Yunier, and everything else.

She sat dazed on the bed, not moving for a long time.

Until, she sensed the peculiar mother coming to check.

"Teresa? Are you oversleeping? If you’re feeling unwell, you must tell Mommy."

"I, I..."

Teresa laboriously raised her head, her whole body trembling.

Looking at that familiar face, her lips trembled intensely, words yet to be spoken, tears flowed involuntarily.

"... Mom, Mommy."

Can’t ask.

Can’t ask... absolutely, can’t ask!

She, with tears streaming down, gritted her teeth laboriously, yet firmly, almost murmuringly, asked the question not meant to be spoken.

"You... are you really my ’mom’?"

This is a dream.

A beautiful, but incredibly sorrowful dream.

And "Mother" paused for a moment, then laughed, seemingly contemplating Teresa’s failure to wake up again.

"Why would you ask such a strange question?"

She shook her head, walked to the bed helplessly, pinched Teresa’s cheek, laughed: "You’re such a silly child."

"I certainly am."

"I will always be your mom."

And Teresa didn’t respond, just cried, shaking her head tirelessly.

No, no... it’s not like this.

She didn’t want to admit it, even less willing to admit it.

But, had to admit.

She absolutely couldn’t continue to be Fallen like this.

No matter how beautiful the dream, she mustn’t continue to be Fallen in the dream.

And as the girl shook her head ceaselessly, the woman’s expression gradually changed, lowered her eyes, sighed softly: "So, you remembered..."

!!!

When the speculation in her heart was confirmed, Teresa’s tears erupted even more, soaking the front of her clothes and the covers on her legs.

"Ah, such a foolish child."

And the woman, whose "disguise" was uncovered, laughed again, her smile still gentle, no, even gentler.

She sat by the bed, lifted her hand, tidied the girl’s messy hair, gently wiped the tear-streaked cheeks with her sleeve.

"I’ve said, I will always be your mom."

"Mom" looked at the thoroughly sobbing daughter, her gaze tender, but spoke with unwavering determination:

"No matter what you’ve remembered..."

"And no matter I..."

"Whether truly exist."

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