I want to just drift through life in Type-Moon.

Upon seeing the boy, her friend leaned close to her ear and whispered excitedly, "Rin-chan, Rin-chan, look who's that! It's Morita from Class 3! Looks like he's here to see you!"

The girl looked up in distress at the boy who was walking towards her with a bouquet of flowers and his head held high, and she kept wailing in her heart.

Ever since she was in fourth grade, when she represented the school on stage to present flowers to that older girl, she noticed that her surroundings had undergone inexplicable changes.

Every day at school, there would be several love letters in the indoor shoe cabinet. Every day after school, she would be stopped and confessed to. Even during breaks and lunch, there would be many people walking around outside the classroom. No matter how many letters she threw away, how many people she rejected, or how many times she told the teachers, things didn't improve.

And now, her biggest trouble has finally come knocking.

After finally getting through it, the graduation ceremony began. With a bouquet of flowers in her hand, she followed the group blankly, ready to take a picture.

Looking at the people in front of her who had taken photos individually and then with their parents, the girl felt a deep sense of loss. She lowered her head and covered her face with flowers. Just then, a warm, large hand rested on her head.

She suddenly looked up, saw that familiar face, and exclaimed in surprise, "Grandpa!"

Grandpa stroked her hair and said softly, "Lingling, today is an important day. You can't let tears ruin your makeup."

"Yes!" She squinted, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and nodded heavily.

When the photo was taken, she held her grandfather's slightly trembling hand. The look of relief and the effort he put into his expression, along with her own smile of worry mixed with happiness, were captured by the camera with a "click".

She carefully preserved this photo in her album, where all her past photos were kept. The old box had become her little treasures—or rather, a precious treasure chest that adorned her memories.

When she entered junior high school, she was all alone. Her grandfather was old and had difficulty walking. For his safety, she insisted that he not attend her entrance ceremony.

Not long after the start of the semester, with her exceptional intelligence, agile skills, and stunning appearance, she once again became a prominent figure at the private Sakakino Academy.

The strict school atmosphere greatly reduced the frequency of harassment she experienced at the school. After the freshman recruitment season ended, she, who was a hot favorite to join the club that year, chose to return to the home club because she wanted to spend more time with her grandfather rather than socialize in clubs.

A year has passed, and she still hasn't joined any clubs. No matter how generous the offers are, such as waiving all membership fees, becoming the vice president, or simply being a mascot, she hasn't accepted any of them.

Every afternoon she couldn't wait to rush home because her grandfather's health was getting worse and worse, and lately she had a bad feeling, as if a voice was constantly reminding her that she couldn't leave her grandfather alone.

One day, she rushed home but couldn't find her grandfather. Anxious, she immediately asked her neighbors and was told that her grandfather had gone to the dock.

When she arrived at the dock, she saw a familiar figure standing in the sunset from afar. In the afterglow of the setting sun, she realized that the figure that used to look so tall and upright had now become hunched and thin, swaying slightly in the spring breeze.

She slowly walked over and took her grandfather's hand. She was now up to her grandfather's shoulder. She didn't know if she had really grown up or if her grandfather had just gotten old.

"Grandpa, let's go home," she said softly.

Grandpa didn't answer, but just gazed silently at the sea. After a long, long time, he finally spoke, "Lingling, where is our home?"

The girl looked up, glanced at her grandfather first, then at the other side of the sea, and finally turned her head in confusion, looking back at the way she had come, and said uneasily, "Grandpa, our home is behind us."

Grandpa remained silent, then suddenly reached out his hand as if to grasp something, but ultimately grasped nothing.

Sensing that her grandfather was acting very strangely today, she tightened her grip on his arm. As if sensing her unease, her grandfather withdrew his hand and said softly, "Lingling is right. Our home is behind us, so let's go home."

The girl looked at her grandfather with confusion in her round eyes. That day she learned that even his calm face was filled with pain.

Two days later, clutching two plane tickets to the great Eastern country across the border, she stood before the memorial hall for her grandfather.

Chapter 268 Hearing Things I Don't Know - Part Two

Title: Hearing the Unknown – The Twofold Yin and Yang, the Predestination of Life and Death

The scene freezes here, with Aoko quietly watching the girl standing beside the old man's coffin, then turning her head to look at Touko and Yuzu.

"Have you figured anything out from this?"

Orange stared at the girl who looked exactly like Yue Zhengling for a long time without saying a word, while Youzhu looked thoughtful, comparing herself to the girl.

Although this girl looks exactly like Yue Zhengling, that's only a rough comparison. If you look closely, you'll find some differences.

The biggest difference is that this girl's eyes are a bit sharper than Yue Zhengling's. Her face is round and cute, and her eyebrows are soft and curved, just like the curve of my own eyes.

"Is this the real Yue Zhengling? The Ling-chan you mentioned?" Seeing that Chengzi didn't speak, Youzhu couldn't help but ask.

Aoko shook her head. "No, Yue Zhengling is Yue Zhengling, and Ling-chan is Ling-chan. This person's name is not Yue Zhengling."

Orange tried to move her body, but found that no matter how far she moved forward, her position remained unchanged.

Finally, Orange turned her head and looked at Aoko, "Who are you?"

Aoko smiled. "What, Orange, you don't believe I'm Aozaki Aoko?"

Orange wasn't wearing her glasses, so her mind was working at full speed. "Of course I don't believe it, because no matter what time period Aoko was in, she would never call me by my name directly. She would call me 'that guy,' 'that bastard,' 'older sister,' 'bastard,' or 'Aozaki Orange,' but she would never call me by my name directly."

"Qingzi" showed a surprised expression, then tapped her head in annoyance, "I gave myself away like that. It seems I don't know my daughter-in-law well enough."

Upon hearing the words "daughter-in-law" suddenly come out of the other person's mouth, Orange immediately lost her composure.

Aoko also changed back from her red-haired state, and a transparent figure emerged from behind Aoko into the air.

A blue-patterned white cheongsam covered her well-proportioned, firm breasts. She held a folding fan that partially obscured her pretty face. The skin on her arms and face was smooth and delicate like solidified cream. Even without seeing her face, her chiseled abdomen, slender waist, stunningly high and pert buttocks, and snow-white, beautiful legs all indicated that she was a graceful and charming young woman.

After the person left her body, Qingzi pouted in dissatisfaction, then turned to the woman and said, "Auntie, you're being too reckless!"

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Xiaoqing. After all, without borrowing your body, I wouldn't have been able to activate the Fifth Law." The young woman said sorry, but her cunning eyes showed no remorse whatsoever.

"————, you are, the Primordial Witch." After seeing this person's appearance, Yuzhu felt very strange. Looking at this young woman, her eyes were filled with longing and yearning.

"If we're talking about lineage, shouldn't Xiao Youzhu call me Grandmaster? Oh dear, but I don't recommend you call me that, Youzhu. After all, calling me Grandmaster makes me sound too old. And even though we're not blood relatives, I'll consider myself your aunt for now."

The young woman gently waved her folding fan, looking at Youzhu with an ambiguous gaze. "If I had borrowed Youzhu's body, I could have solved everything at once, but it turns out that Youzhu wasn't very interested."

"Primordial Witch?" Orange looked at Yuzhu in confusion upon hearing this completely unfamiliar term.

Yuzhu organized her thoughts and then began to explain.

The primordial witches are products of the world's compromises. Some were born from dead gods, some were born from the union of gods and humans, and some were born from sudden mutations.

Ultimately, through generational changes and different inheritances, these three major factions emerged.

The Clock Tower's most mysterious heritage department contains this extremely detailed record, and as a system completely different from that of magicians, witches have always been viewed with suspicion by the world.

If magic is something that developed normally in human history, then the witch's legacy is something that was suddenly bestowed upon her; in other words, it is heresy.

Although everything in this world is a product of the origin, that only refers to things that humans can understand and that have been proven by time.

But heretics are different; they are beings whose origins cannot be traced, who cannot be understood, and who are clearly different from this world.

A witch is someone who accepts this heretical knowledge. The birth of fairy tale witches is simply a distortion of this knowledge, adding elements from human history to understand and utilize it.

But the Primordial Witch completely transcended the concept of humanity, possessing heretical abilities, and her every move affected the existence of the world.

Knowing this, Yuzhu was not surprised by the other party's appearance, since the other party's essence could not be understood or limited by common sense.

"Very powerful?" Orange looked the Primordial Witch up and down, unable to discern her true strength.

"I don't know, but Orange, I can tell you that the fairy tale magic I use has been weakened to an unlimited extent by adding countless things to it. In the Age of Gods, the primordial witches could even defeat the gods. Moreover, among the three types of witches, the fairy tale witches are the weakest, the one that combines humans and gods. And this one, if I'm not mistaken, is the one that was born from a dead god."

After hearing Yuzhu's explanation, Orange was horrified. Even Yuzhu, who herself might not be a match for them, admitted that this group of fairy tale witches was the weakest. Just how strong were the other two groups?

"Youzhu, why does she say she's your aunt?" Orange asked, looking at the girl who had been staring at the frozen scene with a nostalgic look since she appeared.

Yuzhu looked at the woman who called herself her aunt, bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "The three bloodlines have always intermarried. Strictly speaking, apart from the different lineages, the bloodlines have actually been mixed together. Therefore, the witches are ranked according to their lineage. This involves the issues of order, reverse order, and intermediate order."

That's all the explanation I can give, because matters concerning witches are a taboo in this world, a secret that cannot be spoken of, and even magicians must avoid them.

"Moreover, if I'm not mistaken, this person is Yue Zhengling's mother."

Upon hearing this question, Orange stared intently at the woman. Just as she was about to speak, the woman waved her hand, and the scene began to rotate again.

As if sensing something, she turned to look at Orange and smiled, "You can ask any questions after you finish reading, because the answers to all your questions are in here. Oh, by the way, this is actually not my daughter's story, but the story of my child who died before he was born."

The incident happened very suddenly. The girl looked quietly at her grandfather, who was now sleeping forever in the coffin, her red eyes filled with deep sorrow.

With the help of her neighbors, she completed her grandfather's funeral. Holding the urn containing his ashes, she sat quietly at home.

From sunrise to moonrise, after sitting for a day and a night, she placed the urn containing her ashes into the shrine, then turned on the light and looked at the plane ticket placed on the low table.

In fact, she had a deep question since she was a child: why didn't her grandfather talk about that country? Although she knew that she was born in that country, she had lived in Japan since she could remember. So even if her grandfather said that New Year's Eve hadn't arrived yet, it was fine, and the New Year wasn't on this day, she just nodded in confusion and went about her business.

She had looked up the date of Lunar New Year's Eve and New Year's Day in the country across the sea, but the way it was calculated was too strange for her to understand when she was still in elementary school.

Moreover, even after asking her teacher and being told about those days, she didn't notice anything unusual about her grandfather's behavior during those days.

Over time, she forgot about it.

It wasn't until the year her grandfather passed away that she realized that it wasn't that he didn't do anything special, but rather that he dared not do anything special.

At fourteen, she saw in her grandfather's departed face his deep reluctance to leave that country.

Those two plane tickets were arranged by someone on her behalf the day before her grandfather passed away, when she was helping him back from the dock.

However, in the end, Grandpa could only take these two tickets that he could never reach, and he passed away with regret.

She was left alone as the Chinese restaurant was temporarily closed. She needed to take some time to sort out her feelings and tidy up her belongings at home. At the very least, she needed to tidy up her grandfather's room.

Grandpa's room contained only three simple items: a bed, a cabinet, and a table. The girl looked at the table. In the past, she had played chess with her grandfather on this table countless times—Gomoku, Ludo, and Animal Chess. Whenever she was about to lose, she would cheat, and whenever she won, she would happily ask her grandfather for something. But now, those days would be gone forever.

While tidying up her cabinet, she found a diary, but the writing in the diary was entirely in Chinese. Frustrated, she picked up the diary and finally decided to go to the library to borrow a translated book.

The diary wasn't thick, but translating one entry took her a long time, and the translation quality wasn't ideal, though it was at least readable.

Contrary to her expectations, the diary did not mention her grandfather's past, nor was it a continuous diary, but rather a fragmented record of her growth.

Strangely, however, these records are not quite the same as what she remembers:

Lingling is going on a spring outing with her kindergarten tomorrow, and I'm a little worried about hiking. I'll go there tonight to check for any safety hazards. I need to carefully inspect the mountain paths, as well as the railings and tree branches.

The girl looked at the text with confusion. She glanced at the date and time recorded and recalled that it was indeed the day she went on a spring outing in kindergarten. However, her memory of that time was now blurry. She only remembered that she had a lot of fun that day and successfully came in first place.

She then turned to the next page and continued translating, referring to the dictionary.

Lingling is going to the sports meet the day after tomorrow. If I go with her, there shouldn't be any problems. But just to be safe, we should still send [Translator Cannot] to check the venue and prepare some food.

The girl frowned deeply. She felt that this diary was just the nagging of a worried old man, but when she was translating the third entry, she began to feel that something was wrong.

Today, Lingling went to have a snowball fight with her friends. A teacher deliberately buried a nail in the snowball. Luckily, I noticed it in time, otherwise the nail would have pierced her eye.

The girl stopped abruptly. She remembered that after the snowball fight, a teacher did take sick leave and then never showed up again. She heard that he was too sick and had resigned.

With a hint of unease, the girl continued translating the next chapter.

Lingling has started elementary school. Watching her happily going to school reminds me of Qiaoqiao thirty years ago when she went to private school. Back then, she also held my hand happily. Ah, time flies.

On my way to school, I avoided flowerpots falling from the sky and missing manhole covers without any signs.

"Qiaoqiao? Who is Qiaoqiao?" The girl stroked another name, wondering who that person was and why her grandfather had mentioned her.

Moreover, could this diary record the dangers she encountered growing up?

She repeatedly reassured herself not to overthink it, suppressed the immense unease rising in her heart, and continued reading.

Lingling seems to have become very popular. In the past two years, she has made many friends. However, it is strange that small curses appear on her from time to time. If it were an ordinary person, these curses would dissipate in a short time. But if it were Lingling, these curses would accumulate and then erupt all at once.

I don't have any good solutions to these curses, but I used a clumsy method to transfer them all to me. Even if I die, these curses will disappear with me.

Upon seeing this, the girl covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes red as she stared at the words.

Yes, she did become very popular after that flower-presenting ceremony, but this popularity was mixed with malice. In addition to countless love letters, she also received several cursed letters.

Even those who confessed their love to her, after being rejected by her, some of them shouted curses and even wanted to hit her.

If it weren't for the fact that every time she met someone, several friends would have been hiding nearby, she might have already been beaten up.

“Curse, curse…” The girl stared at the word in disbelief. “Did Grandpa suffer the curse in my place, and that’s why he died?”

At her age, she had her first direct experience of death, but that did not prevent her from making associations with it—those letters cursing her to die a horrible death, those words urging her to hurry up and die, turned into a huge shadow over her, and then were gently taken away by her grandfather.

The contents in the middle are actually similar to the previous ones. If others saw this diary, they would probably say it was the ramblings of an old man. But the girl, who was also involved, came to the conclusion that it completely matched her memories after comparing it with her own.

Chapter 269 Hearing Things I Don't Know - Part 3

Title: Hearing the Unknown – Part 3 and a Half Shadow: Unseen and Unheard

Half of the pages in this thin diary were blank, so after a day, the girl had translated the last few entries by referring to a translation dictionary.

—The Ji family is indeed envied by the heavens. Even after coming to this country, that hateful curse still has not let go of my granddaughter. Thinking back, I should have gone further back then. If I had gone to that new continent, things might have been better. Perhaps if I had gone to that isolated country overseas, where I was not accompanied by poisonous snakes and other wild animals, things might have been better.

Although I have already tuned Lingling's heart, after all, as a member of the Yue Zheng family, it was because I was able to do this that I was able to escape that country with Lingling.

Her heart will not have any problems even when she grows up. The problem is that there are two major calamities every year before she comes of age. Can I protect her?

The girl guessed that the New World mentioned here was probably the United States, but she couldn't think of any other countries that were isolated overseas, since she was only in the second year of junior high school and didn't know much about world history.

But what is the Ji family mentioned here? Is that my mother's surname? And what's wrong with my heart? Does the so-called twice-yearly calamity refer to the events recorded before?

The girl, looking bewildered, unconsciously wrote the name "Ji Lingling" on the table with her finger. Immediately afterward, she clutched her head, her face turning pale, and her ears ringing.

"Ji Lingling—Le Zheng Lingling—Ji Lingling—Le Zheng Lingling—" She unconsciously murmured these two names, her head throbbing with pain.