Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 633 Are You Here to Accompany Me?
Ieta was sitting in front of the door of the windmill tower house, leaning against the door frame that exuded a faint scent of sawdust, staring at the scene in the primrose field in a trance.

The cool sea breeze blew slowly from the boundless sea, and when it blew into Yunjing Sky Island, it was already soaked with the warmth of the sun. The brilliant primrose petals fluttered in the sky, and with the breath of the wind, they blew to the distance, to the mountains and fields, to the hills and streams, and there was a long wooden boardwalk that ran through the entire Sky Island. The brass street lamps on both sides of the road were also shrouded in a faint halo during the day... These elves symbolizing the four seasons can fly lightly in any place, sometimes into the woods, sometimes into the water, and sometimes with the flapping of birds or the trampling of beasts, they scattered into the wind, merged into the mud, and returned to a part of this world.

It was as if a flower rain was falling on the island that would never end all year round. The hazy scene made everyone who witnessed it doubt that they were in a fairyland. Even if they only had a moment to remember them, it would definitely surpass a hundred years of boring life in the mundane world.

In the past, Ieta was one of these people. She thought she could live in this flower field all her life, wandering and admiring the blooming primroses all year round without getting tired of it. But now she sits here, reflecting the scene that has not changed in 600 years, but she can no longer find the joy and longing she had when she first entered the world 600 years ago.

Perhaps it was because the laughter and joy faintly heard from the distant beach reminded her of the past.

She couldn't see the scene on the beach from here, but the gentle wind would bring her the laughter of her companions, letting her know that everyone was having a great time and enjoying this hard-earned seaside holiday: the comfortable and cozy ocean breeze, the warm and bright sunshine, the soft and hot sand, and the incredibly distant sea that seemed to be able to accommodate all her longings... She was left alone on the island, missing out on the wonderful holiday, but she had no complaints or dissatisfaction in her heart.

In fact, long before the holiday began, the partners had already taken into consideration Ieta's special situation, so many of them volunteered to stay and spend the holiday with her on the island, and in order not to make her feel guilty, they found various reasons. For example, Miss Shelia said she wanted to stay on the island to continue to study the skills of mixing drinks, Olvera said she wanted to stay to take care of the violets that might bloom at any time, and Miss Nevill simply said she had no interest in this kind of childish holiday... Ieta was naturally very touched, but she rejected the kindness of her partners.

Because, even if everyone came up with various reasons not to let her feel guilty, she would still feel guilty: it would be too selfish to disturb everyone's vacation for her own sake, and even ask them to sacrifice their rest and entertainment time to stay with her.

Yieta doesn't want to be a selfish person, because selfish people can't bring happiness to everyone, and sacrificing the happiness of others for ideals is meaningless, just like what the shepherd boy did six hundred years ago. The angel has seen too many tragedies, experienced too many tragedies, and even created too many tragedies after coming to the world, and she doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes.

Having said that, I still feel a little lonely.

How nice it would be if this sky island was a real whale and it would come alive and play with me.

So here she sat, and felt alone again.

How great it would be if I could still see the group of whales that I met at the beach.

Loneliness is a disease that can be reconciled. Ieta had spent six hundred years signing a non-aggression agreement with it, and thought that she would live the rest of her life to maintain this agreement. But some strangers who suddenly broke into her life broke the agreement in a tough way, so those memories that she had deliberately forgotten resurfaced in her mind, and many vivid faces smiled at her in the depths of the primrose field, with the same expectations and wishes in their eyes.

What is lost can never be regained, and an agreement that has been broken can never be repaired. Yieta feels that perhaps from now on, she will never have the chance to reconcile with loneliness.

The girl's mind was extremely sensitive, and her soul was easily lost in thought when she was alone. When she hugged her knees with both hands and rested her head on her shoulders, one strange and bizarre thought after another emerged from the depths of her consciousness:

How nice it would be if a few birds suddenly flew out of the forest or a few squirrels ran out, and they played in the flower fields while I watched them quietly by the side.

How nice it would be if someone was willing to accompany me...

"Yeeta." A familiar voice sounded from very close, but it sounded like it came from far away, unreal and vague: "Yeeta?" "Yeah?"

The angel girl took a long time to react. She slowly raised her head and asked dazedly, "Lingge? Why are you here...ah, I see. It must be because I am always thinking too much that I am hallucinating. Sigh."

She sighed sadly, "But why is it Lingge, and not a whale, a bird, or a squirrel? I clearly didn't think of Lingge just now."

"If you are unhappy that I am a human being instead of the whale, bird or squirrel you want, then I apologize." Linger looked at the girl in front of him helplessly: "There is only one thing I need to emphasize: I am not an illusion, but a real person."

"Eh!?"

Yieta's eyes widened instantly, somewhat in disbelief. She carefully reached out her hand and poked Ling'er's arm like a thief. The touch brought with it the warmth of blood flow and the elasticity of muscles, telling the girl that her imagination was not rich enough to perfectly simulate such a real effect.

But at this moment, Yieta suddenly wished it was an illusion.

“Huh!?”

The girl screamed, then quickly spread out the six white wings behind her, and with a swish, they tightly wrapped her body, not even daring to show her head. If she was a fat quail ball before, now she is completely a fat badminton ball. She shrank in the ball and dared not see anyone, so Lingge could not see the blush that quickly spread on her cheeks, neck and ears, but he could vaguely hear her "woo woo woo" sound, so he sighed again in his heart.

It would probably take some time for this guy to calm down, so Linger turned around and sat on the steps of the windmill tower room, took out the "Church of the Holy Goddess", and began to read it silently - this "Church of the Holy Goddess" was originally borrowed by Saint Shalia to be used as a textbook for Leticia, but the school specially prepared for her has not been completed yet, so Linger took it back first and read it when he was free. After experiencing so many things, he had a new understanding of the deeds and teachings of the goddess recorded in the "Church of the Holy Goddess".

Lingge didn't say anything, Yieta was in seclusion, and the scene fell into silence for a moment. The only sounds could be heard: the young man flipping papers and the rustling of the wind through the primrose fields, a bit like the echo of the tide, distant and peaceful.

This silence lasted for several minutes, until Yieta finally calmed down and slowly poked her head out of the badminton, but she still didn't dare to spread the wings wrapped around her body. She looked at the back of the young man on the steps with doubtful eyes. After a while, as if she understood something, her eyes gradually became brighter, and a bright smile appeared on the corners of her mouth. She asked expectantly: "Lingge, why are you here? Didn't you go to the beach with everyone? Could it be..."

Could it be that you are here to accompany me?
"They are too noisy." Ling Ge said without looking back, and turned the "Canon" in his hand to the next page. The rustling sound of turning the pages matched his calm tone, which was particularly clear: "I just found a place to read quietly."

Yieta's expression suddenly fell, and she sullenly retracted her head back into the ball. Through the fluffy white feathers, the young man could vaguely hear her muttering, "Small-minded! Tsundere! Making trouble!"

It would be better to just admit it directly!

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)