Ever since Lucian became known as the Butcher, no city-state dared provoke him anymore.
As a result, he had nothing to do and spent his days completely idle.
All he could do was spend his time playing with Tribbie, Trianne, and Trinnon.
Several months later, all the little Tribios returned to Janusopolis and restored Tribios’s original form.
At the Hall of the Threefold Fate, they announced: “Humanity’s journey to ignite the flame has officially begun!” [Ding!
Congratulations, Host, you have completed the script!] [In one hour, the script will close.
The Host will leave the current world.] The system’s familiar female voice rang out in Lucian’s mind after a long absence.
A full ten years…
“As expected, the key to this script was accompanying Tribios on the journey to ignite the flame.” Clearly, completing the script and returning to reality should have been something worth celebrating.
Yet Lucian felt a little regretful.
He regretted completing the mission too quickly…
Originally, the journey to ignite the flame would not begin until the year 3870 of the Light Calendar.
But because he had forcibly interfered with events, he had advanced it by a full 109 years!
In one hour, he would have to leave this place.
Leave Mortis and Tribios.
“It was only a script, yet I actually developed feelings.” He couldn’t deceive his own heart.
He truly didn’t want to leave the two women he loved.
After remaining silent for a moment, Lucian came to terms with it.
A farewell was only temporary.
Besides, this wasn’t reality.
Once he returned, he would find a way to visit the real Amphoreus.
He decided to use his remaining hour to say goodbye to the mother and daughter.
Bang!
Suddenly, the door was thrown open.
Lucian turned around sharply and saw Tribios and Mortis standing before him.
They looked anxious and were breathing heavily, as though they had rushed there at full speed.
“What happened?” Lucian still wore the same gentle, elegant smile as always.
No one else would have imagined that the Butcher who had personally slaughtered three hundred thousand people could also have such a gentle side.
They had simply never seen it.
“You…
you’re leaving…?” Tribios’s voice trembled slightly, clearly unable to keep her emotions under control.
Lucian didn’t hide it.
“Mm.” “But I don’t want to leave you.” Tribios rushed forward and crashed directly into Lucian’s arms.
Tears unwillingly flowed from her eyes, soaking his chest.
“I’m afraid that’s impossible, Tribios.
I don’t belong here.
Sooner or later, I’ll have to leave.” Lucian gently lifted her face and wiped away her tears.
Seeing her tear-streaked face, Lucian felt as though a thorn had pierced his heart.
“When?” Mortis also slowly walked up to Lucian and took his hand.
She suppressed the reluctance in her heart and remained as gentle and dignified as usual.
“One hour from now.” Hearing the countdown, Tribios hugged Lucian tightly.
As if she wanted to embed him into her very body.
The two were pressed so closely together that Lucian could clearly feel her soft figure.
Sure enough, the eight-year-old girl from back then had grown up…
In every sense of the word.
“Thank you for coming…” Tribios sobbed.
“Thank you for saving Mother.
Thank you for saving my childhood.
Thank you for always staying by my side.
Thank you for standing up for me.
Thank you…” At this moment, the two seemed to have returned to ten years ago.
She was once again the girl who was always pestering Lucian to tell her stories, asking him for candy, and running to complain whenever someone bullied her.
“Do you know why I’ve never called you ‘Father’?” Tribios asked softly.
Before he could answer, she gave him the answer herself.
“Because I really, really love you.
But this love…
isn’t familial love…” Faced with this sudden confession, Lucian had already anticipated it, but even so, he was caught off guard.
Mortis, however, remained remarkably calm, showing no surprise whatsoever.
Clearly, she had seen through everything long ago.
After all, Tribios was the daughter she had raised herself.
Fortunately, Tribios wasn’t her biological daughter, so both of them were able to accept such a relationship.
“I love you too, Tribios.
Just like I love Mortis.” Lucian gently patted her back, comforting her.
Hearing Lucian’s response, the joy in Tribios’s heart finally overwhelmed her sadness.
“If only I had said it sooner.” Tribios desperately squeezed out a smile.
Her expression of crying and smiling at the same time made Lucian laugh.
“I have one last gift I want to give you…” Her voice became quieter and quieter.
Mortis understood what she intended and asked: “Have you made up your mind?” Tribios nodded firmly.
Mortis didn’t ask anything else.
Instead, she leaned toward Lucian and kissed him briefly on the lips.
“I’ll wait for you here forever.
You must come back.” After saying that, she turned around, left the room, and closed the door behind her.
Mortis stood outside the door.
She didn’t go far.
Inside the room, only Lucian and Tribios remained.
“What gift are you going to give me?” Lucian asked with interest.
Tribios said nothing.
Instead, she pushed herself up onto her toes without hesitation, with the determination of someone making an all-or-nothing gamble, and kissed his slightly parted lips.
“I am willing to offer you everything I have.
Please, take my soul with you.” She completely crossed the boundaries of propriety, offering the most passionate and fearless confession hidden within the depths of her soul.
“Mm…
Disarm.” “Hmm?
The black stockings!
Don’t disarm those.” The sunlight fell rhythmically, covering the ground in white.
One hour later.
The room had returned to silence.
Mortis walked inside and saw Tribios sitting alone on the bed, lost in thought.
“He disappeared.” Tribios spoke faintly.
Mortis sat down and gently pulled her into her arms, comforting her.
“Our lifespans are long.
One day, we will meet again at the western wind’s end, where the flowers are fragrant.” …
[Script: Tribios — Complete] (End of Chapter)[Thanks for Reading!]