Chapter 377: The Place Called the Holy Ground (2)
“Why do you keep abandoning your memories?”
Lefanta Aegim turned his head toward the voice. A woman was looking at him, her chin resting on her palm. She had said her name was Ivansia.
“It’s to stay the same.”
“To stay the same?” the woman repeated, confused.
“Have you ever seen someone determined to live over a thousand years?”
Lefanta Aegim opened his diary and read the notes about the woman. Not a lot was written about her.
—She was originally a maid who tended the flower garden but is now a noble.
—She likes my face.
—She bore my child.
Lefanta Aegim’s gaze paused briefly on the last line. Child. Even now, the woman held a newborn on her lap. The infant reached out and cooed, and the woman moved her finger to play with the child.
She replied, “No. It’s not like we get heroes like you around here every day.”
“To live a thousand years, one needs an extraordinarily strong will. Everything in the world changes. Portraits painted to remember someone eventually fade. Swords forged to kill also rust. A thousand years is enough time to change. This applies to both what you wish to keep and kill.”