Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

The chair had a high back, much higher than her head, and looked like a red tombstone standing behind her.

Around her, the simplest knitted items—scarves—had piled up into a small mountain, and were still growing.

Mu Muze stared intently at the floor, his hands moving swiftly with the needle, stabbing, flicking, and turning, his hands creating afterimages like a high-precision automatic machine tool, and in the blink of an eye, he had woven another scarf.

She didn't even look at it, and casually tossed it onto the nearby hill.

dong dong dong-

A gentle knock on the door startled Mu Muze from his daze, and he quickly called out towards the door:

"Poker, I'll go get something to eat right away, wait a moment..."

"it's me."

Dia's voice came from outside the door.

Mu Muze was startled by the sound, and subconsciously puffed out his chest and straightened his back, as if to call him in.

But then she suddenly remembered something, and somewhat discouraged, shrank back into her chair, saying weakly:

"Teacher Diya, please come see me again tonight. I'm about to take my afternoon nap."

She mustn't let Dia see her like this.

Otherwise, wouldn't that ruin the image of himself that he considered himself to be noble and elegant?

'Look at yourself now, Mumu Ze, a pathetic, resentful woman who spends all day knitting towels. Anyone who didn't know better would think you caught your husband cheating...'

Mumu Ze sat listlessly, his eyes vacant, like a salted fish, utterly exhausted.

I don't know how much time has passed.

A hand suddenly waved in front of her.

"!"

Mumu Ze was startled and jumped up, clutching the unfinished scarf in her hand to cover her chest, blurting out:

"who!"

What came into view was Dia's calm and serene face.

The room was quiet for a while.

"Forehead……"

Mumu Ze silently put down the scarf in his hand, awkwardly sat back down in his seat, and asked in a low voice:

"How did you get in? Didn't you say I was going to take a nap?"

“But I saw you staring blankly for half an hour, without any sign of falling asleep.”

As she spoke, Diya casually pulled over the sofa next to her and sat down opposite her.

"Knowing I was spacing out, you still stared at me for half an hour..."

Mumu Ze was too exhausted to complain, so he could only lie limply on the high-backed chair, propping his head up with the armrest.

The atmosphere paused for a moment.

Mumu Ze shifted uncomfortably, stealing a glance at Diya.

He was looking at her calmly, just as always, without any ripples in his expression.

After a while, Mumu Ze gradually calmed down, and then he heard Diya speak:

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you angry with me?"

"No……"

Mumu Ze muttered, knowing what Diya meant.

Just as there are folk tales about crows cawing for mourning and magpies for joy, crows diligently deliver news of impending disasters, yet they are regarded as an ominous symbol.

Diya felt that it might be because he brought news of the Seventh Princess's death that Mumu Ze harbored resentment towards him.

This has nothing to do with rationality or emotion; it's just that when someone is feeling down, they instinctively take their anger out on others.

Knowing the other person's personality, even if Mu Muze really held a grudge against him, Diya wouldn't feel unhappy.

He has the magnanimity to tolerate immaturity.

But Mu Muze didn't want him to think that way.

She pouted, looking somewhat aggrieved.

"It's really not..."

But emotions are like a dam that has been opened; once there's even a small opening, they can't be stopped from gushing out.

Mu Muze suddenly felt his eyes start to sting, and his heart was twisted with an indescribable discomfort.

How could this be...?

Swish!

Mumu Ze wiped his eyes, suddenly stood up, glared at Diya, and sat down next to him without hesitation!

"It doesn't matter what other people think, but it doesn't matter what you think. You can't think of me like that."

Mumu Ze just stared at Diya and spoke loudly, as if he were using all his strength.

"……it is good."

Dia paused for a moment, then said, somewhat surprised.

He rarely saw Mumu Ze so "tough".

The usually innocent and carefree girl finally showed some of the bearing of a crown prince in front of him!

Mu Muze's gentle and sweet face now revealed a different kind of stubbornness, her dark eyes fixed on the person in front of her without wavering.

Diya suddenly felt a sense of relief, and said softly:

"Then can you tell me why you're unhappy?"

The normal answer to this question is simply the death of a loved one.

But for a member of the Kakin royal family like Mumuze, it's rather unusual to grieve over the death of a loved one.

Mumu Ze opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word; a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

After a while, she became somewhat depressed again, sat absentmindedly on the sofa, hugged her legs together, curled up into a ball, and said:

"I dreamt of my mother and brother."

"They said goodbye to me."

"Just last night, I opened my eyes in a daze and saw my mother."

She seemed to have aged a lot. It wasn't until I learned of her death yesterday that I realized I should have looked at her more closely.

Looking back now, she does seem to have aged a lot.

I don't remember how old she was, but she didn't seem like she should be that old.

Mumu Ze recalled that dream and unconsciously leaned on Diya's shoulder.

But she didn't realize that she was still talking about her mother's visit—

It seems to be from my memory.

Serwangchi stood there calmly, waved, and said:

"Mumu Ze, although I am very reluctant to part with you, my daughter, my life is indeed coming to an end."

"In my life, I have been unlucky and short-lived. I have not treated you well and have taught you to be mediocre and powerless. But fortunately, you have found your own destiny. Fate's favor is not easy to come by, so cherish everything you have."

“I never thought you could be king, so I spoiled your brother. I hoped he could ascend the throne and then avenge you.”

"Obviously I was wrong, but I'm glad my mistake proves your luck is genuine."

"Many people say you can't do it."

"Yes, you're not very smart, simple-minded, timid, reserved, and prone to relying on others. You're possessive but unwilling to admit it, forgetful, and have a large appetite (two hundred words omitted)..."

"But you're very lucky."

Mumu Ze: 'This is a bit infuriating...'

In the darkness.

Even the drowsy Mumu Ze felt a surge of anger.

Princess Seranghi smiled, the wrinkles between her brows revealing a hint of kindness:

"You never realize that everyone wants good things, and luck won't always be on your side."

"That's why I never place my hopes on you."

"However, after saying all this, I am still just a loser. You proved my failure, Mumu Ze, and I am proud of you."

In Mu Muze's memory, her mother never said that she was her pride.

"It seems like the time is almost up. I'm sorry that for most of the 7016 days since you were born, I have brought you shadows and unhappiness. Mom was wrong."

"This is my first and last apology. Whether you accept it or not is up to you, haha."

Serwangchi let out a hearty laugh that was completely different from before.

Mumu Ze: "..."

"Oh, right,"

She seemed to remember something, lowered her head shyly, and said with a smile:

"I haven't seen you in a long time. I was planning to see you before the mobilization."

"But your brother and I have been so stressed lately, and we didn't look presentable, so we didn't go. Sigh... I should have said hello to you that day... to see you one last time."

Mumu Ze shook his head groggily, opened his mouth to say "Aba aba," but couldn't utter a word.

"As she spoke, her mother turned around and sighed."

She shook her head, waved her hand, and walked towards the endless distance.

Marayan hugged her legs tightly.