Chapter 362 Depressed

When did your feelings towards Roland start to deteriorate?

Hela stood on the cold snow and calmly stretched out her right hand. Some snowflakes were slowly falling from the sky and melting on her right hand, bringing a hint of coolness.

She clenched her fists slightly, looked up at the building in front of her, raised her leg and took a step forward. Then, everything around her changed and she came into the building.

What came into Hela's sight was a group of fanatical cultists and three sacrifices captured by the cultists in the prison.

Hela saw herself.

After witnessing the demise of the tribe, the then young me fell into despair after trying countless means of resistance and failing.

If Hela had not been a sacrifice, she might have been killed by the cultists during her first resistance, not to mention that she was just imprisoned and didn't even have a wound.

Hela, who had been captured by the cultists, fell to the ground like a corpse, her black eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Ice was slowly spreading from her feet, freezing her legs in the ice, and her hands, which were fixed by iron chains, were also frozen pale.

Looking at her young and desperate self, Hela turned her head to look at Roland, who was also young. The boy had delicate and tender features, his red eyes were full of determination, his fair skin was covered by rough animal skin, his long silver-white hair fluttered softly behind him, and his bare feet stood on the ground.

Although the young Roland looked a little immature, he already had a bit of the demeanor of the current Roland, calm and confident.

Looking at the two of them, Hela's eyes were full of complexity. This was the origin of everything between her and Roland. As for the other person in the prison, sorry, she had no impression of him.

Hela walked over to young Roland and reached out her hand to touch his cheek.

Just as Hela reached out her hand, young Roland seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly raised his head and met Hela's gaze.

When their eyes met, Hela saw herself in Roland's eyes.

Then, everything before her eyes became dreamy, and Roland, who occupied her entire field of vision, changed rapidly.

The young Roland became more handsome, and his cold eyes softened. He held her outstretched hand with his right hand and spoke gently.

"Are you awake? Let's eat."

Hela looked at the food Roland handed over. To be honest, it was not a good thing. It was even worse than what she had eaten during the war in Donnar. It was just a stewed bread.

It was just a matter of boiling some water, and then Roland used magic to cut some black bread and put some low-quality meat in it.

During their time in the North, Roland and Hela lived in extreme poverty at first. Before they received the initial funding from the Moon Elf Embassy, ​​they had no stable income, and the money for food and lodging came from Roland's shopping trips.

In the chaotic North, there was no shortage of villains living in the black zone. As long as Roland took a few turns, he would meet many villains who were targeting Roland and were ready to give him money.

Surrounded by the faint smell of blood on Roland, Hela took the bread that Roland had cooked and began to eat it subconsciously.

As the familiar taste emerged in her mouth, Hela looked at Roland beside the bed, and tears suddenly flowed uncontrollably.

When young Roland saw Hela crying, he took out the animal skin and prepared to draw a spell scroll. He quickly put the animal skin on the table, ran to Hela's side, and comforted her softly.

"Why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell? Or did you have a nightmare?"

As Roland spoke, the magic power on his right hand turned. Hela said nothing and shook her head.

Just as she opened her mouth and was about to say something, Hela's eyes suddenly fell into darkness.

Hela felt as if there was something extra on her body. Her eyelids became a little heavy. Hela frowned and opened her eyes with some difficulty. Some light appeared in her eyes.

She woke up from a table, and what caught Hela's eyes was a book pressed between her hands.

Is this the time?

When seeing the book, Hela reacted instantly. This was probably when they left the North and headed for the Kes Mountains.

Because of the imbalance between positive and negative energy, the negative energy content in Hela's body is relatively high. Under the influence of negative energy, Hela is a little afraid to sleep alone, but she is too embarrassed to tell Roland. She can only pretend to study hard at night and hide in Roland's room.

Hela clutched the warm coat on her back, her eyes a little unfocused.

Just as Hela grabbed her coat and stood up, everything in front of her eyes changed again, and a lake illuminated by the sunlight appeared in front of her.

Looking at the lake in front of her, Hela subconsciously looked to the side. Beside her, Roland was lazily lying on a wooden chair, without any reaction to Hela's gaze.

When you were in seclusion in the Knox Mountains?

Hila lowered her eyes. At this point in time, both Roland and Hila were still only third-ring spellcasters.
There were no dangers, no enemies, no heavy pressure and burden. These were the most stable, peaceful and happy days for Roland and Hela.

Hela looked at Roland, who only had three rings beside him, and reached out her hand to grab him.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Roland, who was lying on the wooden chair, blinked and looked at Hela hesitantly. At this moment, there seemed to be something wrong with the look in Hela's eyes.

"fine."

After realizing that she seemed a little too obvious, Hela quickly retracted her gaze, smiled, and said.

"."

"Ah."

Roland was silent for a while, nodded, and skipped the topic as if nothing had happened.

Afterwards, Roland and Hela spent a leisurely day in front of the lake, doing nothing.

One day, one week, one month, one year, two years, four years, eight years
Roland seemed to be giving up, spending his days leisurely, no longer exploring the ruins, nor trying to advance to the fourth ring. He just lived a leisurely life with Hela.

Standing under the golden forest, Hela tilted her head, looked at Roland's face, which had become old due to the passage of time and the failure to advance to the fourth ring, and stretched out her right hand to hold Roland's hand.

Roland did not refuse. On the contrary, he took the initiative to hold Hela's right hand.

Looking at Roland who was looking up at the golden tree, Hela pursed her lips. False memories were slowly forming in her mind. The memory of every day was almost very clear, as if she had really spent several years with Roland in the Kes Mountains.

When these memories were formed, Hela also subconsciously chose to believe them and became somewhat obsessed with them.

These false memories began to slowly spread along Hela's memory, trying to cover up Hela's original memories.

Under the influence of false memories, Hela took the initiative to hug Roland's left hand, leaned forward slightly, and rubbed her face against his shoulder gently.

In the false memory, Roland and Hela fell in love with each other, and one day at sunset, they were together.

Just as Hela was immersed in false memories, a cold force emerged from her body and then quickly disappeared.

“Is this what you want?” Roland’s calm voice sounded in Hela’s ears. After hearing this gentle voice, which was different from the one in the false memory, Hela froze instantly. She immediately broke free from the false memory, and the coverage of the false memory also stopped instantly.

Hela raised her head hesitantly and looked at Roland in front of her.

The aging Roland's face looked younger again, just like when he was promoted to the fourth ring.

Roland in front of him showed a helpless expression. He tapped her head with his right hand and spoke softly.

"You, I've told you so many times that you should be careful even when you are meditating, but now you don't even know that something went wrong."

Hela covered her head and looked at him eagerly.

Roland smiled helplessly and said.

"Okay, be more confident. You are already very good. Don't be so anxious."

Hela lowered her head, rubbing her hands nervously, her tone a little frustrated.

"But. But"

"Don't compete with me. You are still young. With your talent, you will definitely become a high-level spellcaster before you are fifty."

Roland comforted her softly, and after a pause, he continued.

"As for your idea, do you think I know it? You have a big advantage. You don't have to catch up with me. As long as you catch closer than others, isn't that enough?"

"As long as you become a high-level spellcaster and be a little braver, would I reject you?"

Hela pursed her lips, looked up at this Roland she had created, and muttered to herself.

"If...it would be nice if he thought so too."

As soon as she finished speaking, everything in front of Hela’s eyes shattered and disappeared completely, and endless darkness covered her vision.

Then, Hela slowly opened her eyes. Beside her, Gray Crow threw her magic book on the bed, pressed his claws on the book, and injected magic power into it. A thin black line flowed out of the book and connected to Hela.

After seeing Hela regain consciousness, Gray Crow breathed a sigh of relief, raised her claws, and stopped injecting magic power. At the same time, she also called out to Hela.

"Ga? (Finally woke up, are you okay?)"

"Well, thank you."

Hela nodded, patted her head and said with a smile.

Gray Crow also contributed to his awakening from false memories. The cold power before awakening was transmitted by Gray Crow through the magic book.

If it weren't for this power that made Hela's subconscious mind react, she might have been obsessed with false memories for a while.

After seeing that Hela was fine, the Gray Crow flapped its wings and slowly left the room, while Hela picked up the magic book beside her.

Hela placed the magic book on her legs and gently stroked the magic book in front of her with her right hand.

This magic book and the space bracelet on her right hand were made by Roland himself.
Originally, this was a unique treatment that belonged only to Hela, but now it is not the case.

Roland also personally created magic codes and space bracelets for the extraordinary people who performed well in the War Committee.

Thinking of this, Hela, who had just woken up from her uncontrolled meditation, felt a little depressed, with an imbalance of positive and negative energy in her body and a low and negative mood.

Although Roland said that she had great talent, during her time on the committee, Hela also met others who were equally outstanding.

Odin, who was born into a noble family, is older than Hela, but her strength is outstanding. Moreover, I heard that she did not participate in the attack on the coalition forces in the south, and she is about to be promoted to the fifth ring.

Tula and Julius, who were born as refugees, not only completed various administrative and military affairs under conditions even worse than Hela, they even advanced from ordinary people to four-ring transcendents in just a few years.

In addition, there are the Primarchs. Basically, all the Primarchs have achieved great success in one step. Now, nine Primarchs have been promoted to four-ring transcendents and have enough power to fight against six-ring transcendents.

Among these nine Primarchs, there are three female Primarchs.

In terms of level alone, Hela is undoubtedly a little inferior to them.

Moreover, except for Julius, the others all chose the path of knighthood, and after their physical sublimation, they were much better looking than Hela.

As for the emotional aspect, Roland, who won against the Green Tide, had special attacks on them. Therefore, Hela believed that as long as Roland wanted, they would most likely not refuse.

However, based on her understanding of Roland, Roland is probably not interested in love affairs. Instead of talking about love affairs, Roland would probably prefer to spend his time on things he thinks are meaningful.

For example: handling government affairs, farming, or reading ancient books. Even if he has free time, Roland would rather read some novels or go fishing to relax.

Thinking of this, Hela became even more depressed.

Although she was worried that Roland would be with someone else, Hela felt even more uncomfortable when she thought that Roland would never be like that.

As for the former, at least she could try her best to fight for it. As for the latter, Hela didn’t know what to do.

As she became more and more depressed, the negative energy in Hela continued to increase, and the balance between positive and negative energy became increasingly unbalanced. As the positive and negative energy became increasingly unbalanced, Hela's emotions became increasingly unstable, and she fell into a cycle of reincarnation.

Just as Hela hugged her legs, lowered her head and exuded negative energy all over her body, the door suddenly opened.

With the sound of flapping wings, the gray crow flew into the room.

After the gray crow flew in, Hela also buried her head and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Gray Crow, remember to close the door when you come in."

"Ka. (Close the door.)"

Hearing what Hela said, the gray crow also cried out.

As Gray Crow finished speaking, a voice was heard in the room.

"understood."

Roland walked into the room slowly. Before he could see the situation clearly, Gray Crow's voice reached his ears. Roland then walked into the room and responded casually.

After answering, Roland closed the door. When he closed the door, he also heard some panicked voices coming from Hela behind him.

Hearing Hela's somewhat flustered voice, Roland slowed down the speed of closing the door. After the sound behind him stopped, Roland turned around and looked at Hela on the bed in the room.

(End of this chapter)