Chapter 337: Chapter 214: You Called Him One Hundred and Eighteen Times_3

Is this a dream?

Tiya sat up subconsciously, covering the wound on her shoulder that had been bandaged at some unknown time, looking around blankly and frantically.

It was as if she was seeking the figure of someone.

But upon seeing Hillena sitting by the bed, she seemed to realize something, and her gaze instantly dimmed.

“How long… have I been asleep?”

Tiya spoke softly while straightening her untidy chestnut brown hair.

“One day and one night.”

Sensing the other’s awakening, Hillena, who had been guarding by the bed, put down the book in her hand, crossed her legs, and thoughtfully looked at Tiya.

Hearing this, Tiya fell silent for a moment, then slowly bowed her head.

“Why… are you here? Where’s brother Xiya?”

Although her heart was full of conflict and retreat, in the end, she took the initiative to ask.

Upon hearing this, a complex expression flickered in Hillena’s eyes: “His emotions were a bit agitated, not suitable for accompanying, so we sent him back to the Military Department first.”

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“…”

Realizing that deep down she subconsciously sighed in relief, Tiya was stunned, then overwhelmed by a sense of guilt that was strong beyond measure.

Everything had evolved to this point because of the wrong choice she had made at that time.

Her relationship with brother Xiya had been damaged, even the Church had been shamed.

Ultimately, it was all his fault.

Thinking of what happened that night, Tiya closed her eyes in pain.

Even a slight recollection of the situation made her feel almost on the verge of collapse.

Why?

Why treat her this way?

The girl’s breathing became somewhat rushed, as if a drowning person, subconsciously clutching the sheets beside her.

If this inner demon could not be resolved, it would likely trigger Tiya’s heart sickness in the future, even leading to stress-induced incidents.

What kind of feelings did she actually have for him?

Were they purely anger and murderous intentions?

Or…

Tiya did not know the answer to this question but was also somewhat afraid to delve deeper.

Afraid of receiving an answer that would break her.

Sensing the girl’s current odd state, Hillena seemed to understand something and then let out a soft sigh.

“While you were asleep, whether it was sleep-talking or obsession,”

“You called out his name thirty-six times in total, repeatedly echoing the words ‘I’ll kill you.'”

Upon hearing this, Tiya was shocked.

However, Hillena seemed not to want to get involved in the girl’s emotional problems and slowly stood up.

“Someone from the Silent Church will come later to question you, it seems to be related to the Moonlight Holy Scripture happening in three days.”

“Rest assured and recuperate here for now, and once this storm passes, we’ll talk about ‘Lynn Bartleion’.”

After leaving these words, Hillena walked away in her high heels without looking back.

Watching her leave, Tiya fell into an unprecedented silence.

…

After leaving Tiya’s room, Hillena did not go far, but rather leaned against the wall in the corridor with her arms crossed.

The woman watched the ceiling silently, as if pondering something.

In fact, there was something she hadn’t told Tiya.

During the day and night of her coma, she indeed repeated the names “Lynn” and the words “I’ll kill you” thirty-six times in total.

But this was not the whole story.

The truth was, in the remaining one hundred and eighteen times, she had consistently been calling out “don’t go”.

Being a woman herself, Hillena naturally understood what this meant.

What kind of magic did that guy possess?

Despite being an evil scoundrel, he had bewitched Tiya to this extent.

But… was it really bewitchment?

For some reason, Hillena subconsciously recalled the scene that took place that night.

Including Xiya, many Transcendents of the Silent Church angrily unleashed a strong extraordinary attack in unison, powerful enough to destroy several blocks.

Yet, blinded by anger, no one realized this.

Or perhaps, as Transcendents, they long regarded themselves as a different species from the common folk, drawing a high line of distinction.

Only the young man, branded by everyone as a murderer, silently took action to avert a calamity, preventing the runaway of the extraordinary powers, and invisibly saved fifteen innocent lives.

As he left, his farewell gesture was grand, like a magician taking a bow, and his gaze inadvertently met hers.

In his eyes, Hillena did not perceive malice or cruelty but a calm and gentle look.

It was as if the arrogance and presumptuousness that came before was merely a facade.

Thereafter, the image of the young man’s farewell figure deeply imprinted itself in Hillena’s heart, subject to her pondering in leisure moments.

She always felt… there seemed to be some dark secret.

At this thought, Hillena let out a gentle sigh.

However, with the situation having developed to this point, it could be said to be conclusive.

What the truth was, perhaps no one besides her really cared.

“A strange fellow.”

In the end, Hillena shook her head and began walking slowly into the distance.

After the Silent Saintess had been successfully rescued, the situation could temporarily come to a pause, but the members of the Imperial Council were unlikely to cease their schemes, continuing their mischief.

But for those who believed in the Bright Moon Goddess, a fervent festival that came every few years was about to descend.

The entire city of Glostit seemed shrouded in an atmosphere of an approaching storm.

As if it were the harbinger of an undercurrent surging.