ctnovel Chapter 1174 - 473: Loyalty (Part 2)
Chapter 1174 - 473: Loyalty (Part 2)
"Let me try. I believe in you. I also... don’t really want to die."She was still young; her time living was just an insignificant part of what she had experienced in death, already forgotten in her memory.
As she spoke, she directly touched the puppet, her whole soul fitting inside it.
The puppet began to change visibly, its features, limbs, and accompanying clothes.
Deep purple strands of hair grew and cascaded down from its head.
Soon, the soul-host puppet in her hand transformed into a miniature Clara.
"I... I have a body?"
Clara’s voice came from the puppet’s body, then she stretched out her hands, pinched, and felt her own body, savoring the long-lost sensation.
"I can touch myself... I can, I..."
Her voice gradually became choked, and even the puppet’s eyes began to shed tears.
Though these functions sometimes seem lacking, Alka and the others had specifically studied them before to ensure the puppet girls possessed their own personalities.
She caressed the corner of her eyes, feeling the liquid flowing from them.
Even the act of crying felt like a pleasant surprise to her.
All the wandering souls around watched this scene, and when they saw it, many had discernible expressions of strong emotion.
If... if they could continue living like this, who would want to experience complete death?
This was, after all, a world with the Divine.
After death, one cannot return to the Divine Kingdom, nor can one reincarnate into a next life.
True death is terrifying to contemplate, even if one might have long forgotten by then.
No one, no one wants such a fate.
In their youth, they fought demons and died when their bodies were fixed in place, enduring the tearing of their souls.
Even afterward, they found no peace, merely watching as former comrades went mad and turned into the enemies they once declared to loathe.
Thus, they could only linger powerlessly in this barren land, suffering, while watching former friends become deranged.
They yearned for peace and everything, also for rebirth.
Conflict defined their current state.
Clara thus hopped and skipped in Alka’s hand, feeling her body.
Then, Alka produced a small candy from his other hand, roughly the size of a pinky fingernail.
Alka pinched the candy and passed it over.
"Would you like to try it?"
The small candy was already quite large for Clara, who had entered the puppet’s body, and she held it in both hands.
She couldn’t help but ask, "Is it okay? Can I... eat it?"
This would bring even more surprises.
"Of course. Regarding puppet technology, we are quite confident and skilled."
Alka couldn’t hold back a proud tone, and hearing this, Chadite and the others nodded unreservedly.
Indeed.
In this field, they could genuinely claim to be world-leading; their research had never stopped.
They had even constructed a synthetic Divine biological body like Lucilia’s using puppet technology and Divine Essence.
Clara cautiously brought the candy to her mouth, almost forgetting how to bite and chew.
But with some difficulty, she managed to bite off a piece of the candy coating and eat it.
Sweet flavors burst in her mouth, making her very spirit tremble; memories began to surface—what memories were those?
Tears nearly flowed like a stream from her eye corners, continuously dripping onto Alka’s hand.
Seeing such a scene, Alka chuckled and said, "Take care not to cry too much, or someday, you won’t be able to cry anymore."
"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Clara hurriedly wiped her eye corners, suppressing her urge to cry.
"For now, take a long-outstanding sleep."
Upon hearing this, Clara looked at him.
Alka reached out and touched her forehead.
Tiredness enveloped her soul, and a brand new bubble appeared within Alka’s domain.
After several centuries, she returned once more to the Dream Realm.
Clara lay in Alka’s palm and fell into a deep sleep. In this quiet environment, her steady breathing could be heard.
Welcoming back former companions with their envious eyes.
Subsequently, Alka handed Clara over to Chadite.
Chadite gently cradled her.
Only then did Alka turn to the souls before him: "So, how about waiting a while, waiting until you achieve the deserved outcome?"
Henggs took a deep breath and looked at Alka, saying, "You are a merciful king, a true monarch.
Your mercy, generosity, and virtue make me submit."
"You helped us, cleansing our shame and guilt."
"I hope that in the future, I can serve you as king."
He was a very rigid but pure and steadfast knight.
He spoke and then knelt on one knee, drawing the sword from his waist with both hands and presenting it.
Seeing Henggs’s action, everyone around him knelt on one knee, performing the same gesture.
They were once citizens of the Saralan Empire, those still possessing intellect were then officers of the Knight Order and various nobles, renowned scholars.
Alka had once showcased his ability as Dream Monarch before them.
Hence, in their eyes, Alka belonged to the rank of a king.
And during this period, Alka’s various deeds and recent actions made them willingly submit.