我在無限遊戲裡封神 (Eng)

141. The Witch's Trials

Chapter 537

After that, Hearts managed to introduce the Little Witch to the Guild.

After Hearts had made contact with the young witch two or three times, he had no hesitation in putting her on the permanent squad for the next league and began to focus on her development, before which Hearts had a chat with Phoebe.

The conversation took place in a sombre room piled high with burgundy duvets on the island, in the pouring rain of an afternoon.

"I was ......" Hearts' stunningly beautiful face showed a rare glimpse of real weariness from its slouch, as he leaned back in a chair so wide that it looked like a bed, his feet curled up on it, his long burgundy hair dripping wet down the side of his face to his slightly open heart. "I was going to let you join the team."

Phoebe gave him a quick glance and hit the nail on the head: "You went to see your mother?"

She knew that Hearts' mother was buried on another island far from here, and if that was the case with Hearts, it could only mean that the guy had gone to visit his mother's grave before going to the island.

"Well." Hearts clearly didn't want to talk about it, he avoided Phoebe's eyes, his voice calmed down again and he moved the conversation back, "But Little Witch is a better fit than you, your skills overlap and you're a bit too extreme for the league so early on, Little Witch has developed very smoothly in all areas, she's a better fit than you. She's more suited to the team, and with her ability, although she's still a novice, she could even take over the tactician's position."

"I don't have a problem with being her replacement, she's strong, I deserve to be her replacement." Phoebe looked at Hearts and her tone was direct, "Even you should be her replacement."

"You're too weak and less likely to win than she is to win as a tactician."

"You're not as strong as she is."

Hearts was silent for a long time, he raised his hand over his eyes, his body leaned back and his voice was hoarse: "...... you're right."

"She was so young, through so much, so heavily suspicious, and in the midst of the hatred, she actually remained calm and had the will and the strength to protect others."

"...... I don't know what else I can protect, even your mother, my old friend, was saved by her."

"You're right, I should indeed be her replacement." Hearts slowly lowered his palm over his face as he looked across at Phoebe and whispered, "I want her to be the president of the King's Guild, and the true tactician of this warband."

"You're letting her go as president?" Phoebe perceived something keenly, "So you're leaving the guild are you, and what are you going to do?"

Hearts inclined his head, his eyes stoic as he gazed out over the island at the rain, and did not reply.

That night he went back to his mother's grave, a small European village in the middle of nowhere, which Hearts had bought, but which he did not care for, and which only contained his mother's grave.

It was raining heavily, and Hearts stood silently and wordlessly at his mother's grave, with a black umbrella, for a long, long time before he knelt down, hugging his knees and curling his body up like a child who feels the cold, lifting his head from them and looking quietly with those purple eyes at the picture on his mother's grave.

"I met a very powerful little girl." He said softly, reaching out to brush the droplets off the photo, "More powerful than Phoebe, who saved Rebekah the last time I told you."