Talulah, I'm still a child.

But could such a race really perish so easily? Would they die without ever knowing the vastness of the starry sky?

Chapter 244 Who will I sleep with tonight?

Mandra still remembers that day, a rainy day, when her father went out begging, only to be discovered as an infected by a passing nobleman and beaten to death.

Her family was also affected. Her seriously ill mother and she, as a child, had to go into hiding. During this time, her mother also died of illness, and she became an orphan, suffering from cold and hunger every day. From that time on, she began to hate those who killed her father and indirectly forced her mother to her death.

She spent the first half of her life in such hatred, learning Originium Arts and secretly waiting for her chance, until one day, when she killed the nobleman who was kneeling at her feet begging for mercy, she met the leader... She felt that she had been redeemed.

"So, this is what your life was like before? Blinded by hatred, you became someone else's puppet. You might as well have been my brother's pet."

Su Xue'er felt a pang of sadness. She had seen too many people and things, and there were quite a few like Mandela. Sympathy and pity could not change a person's past, and Su Xue'er would not forget the fact that this guy had tried to kill Mei Xue just because of this.

After all, as the world's first Mei Xue fanatic, Su Xue'er naturally puts Mei Xue first in everything. She doesn't care about the life or death of others; in fact, she's already had enough.

"Hatred, hatred, hatred breeds hatred, but this vicious cycle always has a beginning..."

Su Xue'er reached out and gently tapped the air. She didn't intend to erase Mandela's memories, since he might be able to help Mei Xue in the future. However, she left an impression of Mei Xue deep in his memory and instilled the instruction that Mei Xue should not be harmed, which made Mandela subconsciously lean towards the little fox no matter what he did.

Mandela felt like she was in a dream, all the past as hazy as a dream. She patted her head, which still hurt a little.

"My name is... right, my name is Mandela, but why am I here?"

Unable to understand, as if all her memories were sealed away, Mandra knew nothing about her past, nor did she even know where she was. She just felt very unfamiliar. After thinking for a while, she didn't care about anything else and simply slipped out quietly.

Mei Xue, who was visiting Exusiai's house, suddenly had a strange feeling. The little fox twitched its ears, hugged its tail, looked around but did not find anything unusual, and then turned its attention back to the TV.

As a sensible little fox, Mei Xue originally wanted to go to the kitchen to help Fia Meta cook, but her habit of covering her eyes really scared everyone. Fia Meta was so frightened that she wouldn't let Mei Xue into the kitchen no matter what.

"Watching Kamen Rider?"

"Hmm~"

The little fox's tail gently brushed against Remi's palm, then nestled obediently in her arms. Mei Xue was always very close to people she trusted.

"Great! By the way, Meixue, are you going to sleep with Xiaole or with me tonight?"

Remi'an reached out and gently stroked Mei Xue's head. While Mostima and Exusiai were busy in the kitchen, she decisively asked the question, so that there would be something to see when Exusiai and Mostima asked it later.

"Can't you sleep by yourself?"

"Hmm... but there aren't enough rooms in my house. Fiameta and Mostima will have to go back to sleep, so the three of us will have to share."

"Then why don't Sister Remian and Sister Aneng sleep together?"

(When did this little fox become so quick-witted?)

Faced with Mei Xue's probing question, Remian didn't expect him to react so quickly. Logically speaking, shouldn't this little fox have hesitated for a while before making a choice? This is not like the script!

"Does Mei Xue not want to sleep with me?"

"No, but... well, sleeping with my older sister at this age makes me feel like a little kid."

Mei Xue seemed particularly embarrassed at this point, and the little fox's tail wagged incredibly fast. But Remy thought to himself, "Isn't he just a child? Apart from that aspect, how is he any different?"

"Then let's sleep together, with your sister Aneng."

In that case, we don't need to do the multiple-choice questions anymore; we can just put them all together, and Remy will have a way to handle the rest.

"Well... okay."

Seeing that Remian was about to cry if he didn't agree, the little fox had no choice but to nod, and then Remian hugged him tightly and rubbed him.

"That's a good girl, hehe~ Meixue, would you like something to drink? I'll get it for you."

"No need, it's all in the tail."

Hearing the commotion, Exusiai and Mostima peeked out at the same time. Seeing Mei Xue and Remian playfully fighting, they breathed a sigh of relief. It was still within acceptable limits, after all, everyone likes to tease the little fox.

Fiameta, on the other hand, was dismissive of their behavior. She didn't even consider how long Remianne and Meixue had known each other. Would someone with her personality like Meixue so quickly? At most, she just liked cute little kids.

Instead of just standing there watching, you two should come over here and help me cook!

"Here it comes, hehe, I didn't expect you to be such a good cook, Sister Fia."

"Of course, I survived entirely on the food Fiametta cooked while I was away."

"How dare you say that?!"

Remianne and Meixue were interrupted by the sounds coming from the kitchen, and then couldn't help but laugh. Remianne even gently patted Meixue's head.

"Don't marry either of them in the future, or you'll be worked to death. Neither of them can cook."

"Hmm... but I know how."

Mei Xue twitched her fox ears. Although cooking while blindfolded was indeed worrying, the little fox's cooking skills were unanimously certified by the Reunion Movement (who dares to say it wasn't delicious?).

"If my sisters want to eat something, I can learn to cook it even if they don't know how."

"That's great! From now on, you'll make whatever I want to eat?"

"Okay~"

Mei Xue buried her head in Remi's arms and rubbed against her. She nodded firmly. Anyway, the little fox was just idling around, and it wouldn't hurt to cook Remi's breakfast tomorrow morning.

"Mmm~ That's great!"

Remianne nuzzled Mei Xue's cheek, and after making sure no one was watching, she gently pecked it.

Meanwhile, on the other side, both Felia and Cecilia felt that dinner was particularly uninteresting. It wasn't that Felia's cooking was bad, but the atmosphere just wasn't the same as before.

Or to be more precise, it seems that Mei Xue has completely lost her appetite, at least Cecilia is like that, and Felia has also noticed the change in her daughter.

"...Cecilia, would you be willing to go to Rhodes Island?"

"willing."

Cecilia nodded. Of course she was willing. After all, Mei Xue was on Rhodes Island. If she could go there too, she could play with Mei Xue every day.

"Mom, can we go?"

Felia froze at her daughter's question. Cecilia was actually quite clever; she just didn't know much, but she did know that her mother had stayed there for her sake.

(Madam, we regret to inform you that we are unable to help with your condition, as it is practically a terminal illness these days.)

(Why don't you think about your daughter? She's one of us, and of course we'll protect her. We'll take good care of her after you die.)

(Think about your daughter, Ms. Felia. She's only seven years old. What will become of her in the future? If you have other options, why stay here?)

Those words tormented Felia in her mind until her daughter's voice brought her back to her senses.

"Mommy, Mommy?"

"Yes, of course, Mom needs to go there for treatment."

Felia gently patted her daughter's head and couldn't help but sigh. Yes, her daughter was only seven years old. What would happen to the child after she died? Why did she have to think about this question for so long?

"You eat first. Mom will make a call to see if your brother Meixue is in Rhodes Island. You can stay with him for the next few days."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, eat up."

Cecilia was overjoyed to receive a positive reply, and her appetite returned. She quickly began to wolf down her food, thinking she could have a piece of cake later.

Felia got up and went to her bedroom, took out the note Mostima had given her earlier, and dialed the number on it.

Listening to the ticking of the phone, even a few seconds felt like hours. During this time, Felia wanted to hang up several times, but she persevered until she heard a voice on the other end.

"Yes, I'm glad you're willing to tell me your choice, child."

Although they had never met, Felia could not possibly fail to recognize the voice; it came from the person at the top of the Lateran, His Holiness the Pope, that kind and gentle old man.

"...I want to leave Laterano with Cecilia, and that's all I'm going to say."

"Don't worry, I don't intend to use any bargaining chips or threats to tell you anything. I just don't want to see a lovely little girl have an unhappy childhood."

Ivan put down the cake in his hand and answered calmly. Of course he knew that Felia had dealings with certain people, but since Meixue and Mostima were willing to vouch for her, he couldn't make things difficult for them. Besides, Felia really didn't know anything.

"Thank you for your kindness..."

"Thank our guest. It was Rhodes Island that offered the treatment; I only did a small, insignificant thing."

“But I heard that you knew about Cecilia and me a long time ago.”

"Yes, but so what? Am I supposed to bury an innocent child who knows nothing in Laterano just because her father is a Sarkaz?"

Looking at the sculpture in front of him, Ivan's deep eyes were filled with light. At this moment, he seemed like a true saint, representing the Lord walking on the earth.

“Child, a person is shaped by his environment, not his bloodline. No matter who her father is, I believe that a man who can endure humiliation for seven years for his daughter will not lead her astray.”

“I am a bad mother.”

"Then there aren't many mothers in the world who can be considered qualified. Everyone has their own difficulties. Child, protect yourself. The cavalry will arrive in ten minutes."

"...I will."

Felia nodded, the other end of the phone hung up, she threw the note into the trash can, got up and walked to the wall to take down the gun she had been hanging there.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"Nothing, are you full?"

"Hmm, I can't eat anymore."

Cecilia touched her belly. Although she was still young and got hungry easily, she couldn't eat much. Felia rubbed her daughter's head.

"Go ahead, take whatever you need. We won't be going home for the time being."

"Hmm... then let's go find my brother."

"You're not taking your toy anymore?"

"No, as long as Mom is here, that's enough."

Cecilia affectionately nuzzled her mother's palm. Although she didn't understand why her mother had picked up the gun, her intuition told Cecilia that they didn't have much time left.

"Then let's go."

Felia took her daughter's hand, wiped her mouth, and then picked up her bag, where she had put the necessary documents and bank cards with the money for the meal.

From the moment Felia made that phone call, she knew that she had betrayed Oren and Andorn, and that they would not let her off so easily. But all she wanted was to live, to see her daughter grow up and get married, and to see her husband by her side.

Oren, Patia, and the others on the other end also learned of the news. After all, they had been paying close attention to Felia's movements, especially since Mostima had just gone in today. Although they didn't know exactly who Felia had called, the mailing address was undoubtedly inside the Papal Palace. Whoever it was, this was a rather bad situation for them.

Patia was furious at Felia's choice, feeling it was a betrayal. Although Felia didn't know much about their internal affairs, she knew Andorn's whereabouts. Oren was also helpless, knowing that he had arranged every time Felia entered and left Lateran. If she were to reveal these things... he feared he wouldn't live to see tomorrow.