Chapter 663: [Eerika's Melancholy]
Asgard City; Balder Mansion
Allen (Clone) is quietly lying on the bed, both of his eyes shut tight, still unconscious. After the battle, Eerika hurriedly looks for Allen and then brought him to the infirmary in the fort. There, he was treated by several best healers of Asgard. However, despite the treatment finishing, Allen still remained unconscious.
Not clear about the problem as Allen’s body was completely different from that of a real being, due to him being just a clone. There is just nothing they could do, aside from transferring magic power to him, and strengthen his self-healing ability. And so, worried, Eerika stayed beside him up until now.
The healers of Asgard carefully manipulated their energies to look through Allen’s internals. After they saw clearly the level of his injuries, they couldn’t help but inhale deeply. His energy stream and even his bones were half broken and all of his organs were heavily injured. Even his Soul was showing a small crack on its core. Just how heavy of an injury was this? If this were any other people, they would have died a long time ago.
But still, judging from the state of his battle against the Demon Duchess, it was certain that it was not made because of that.
Then,
"This is…"
All of the people who were examining Allen were full of shock. They really did not think that with such grave injuries, this youth could still sustain this long and kill a Demon Duchess!
How unbelievable was this?
But what caused the all the people who were examining shock and dumbfounded was the fact that—despite knowing that this boy was a mere clone, how could he have a complete set of soul and body parts like a real being? One must know, that no matter how good and heaven-defying a Clone Creation ability he has, there’s no such thing as a perfect soul and body essence in a clone!
Creating a clone means only splitting one’s soul into a created body and its essence would never be as strong and perfect as a real body. Thus, to the other asgardian healers, this is not a clone anymore—in fact, it’s the legendary Incarnation or Avatar of God—however, this type of ability can only be used by a true High God!
How is it possible that this youth, was a High God?
Just what is going on?
Is this really a clone…?
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“Mother, how is Sol?” Eerika asked, anxiously. Her eyes were filled with concern. Not knowing why, when she saw Sol in his state, even after knowing that he was nothing but a clone and the real one was safe, her heart was still full of worry, and she was unable to control her tears as they fell down her cheeks.
Because of her... he was...
“He’s going to be okay…” Elena smiled faintly as she strokes Eerika’s hair. She could actually say, he was just a clone. Even if he dies, the real Allen would still be alive. But seeing her daughter like this, as well as what Allen (Clone) had done for them these past few days, Elena couldn’t say anything impolite like that.
However, as to when he would wake up is another matter altogether…
Allen’s body was too exhausted and overworked. Even if his mind was fine, his body had lost most of its essence, causing its body to show cracking wounds, as if he was made of stone, slowly breaking.
The human body can withstand the power of an extraordinary existence for some time, but this burden is beyond measure. For example, it is like a person trying to block off an upcoming tsunami alone, to withstand such a massive force based on mental strength alone, there is no way it can last.
Needless to say that his body condition, the Clone now is very bad, and is at its limit, after being beaten by the War God Tyr. In fact, it was really already a miracle for him to be able to endure till the end of his battle against the Demon Duchess. However, this caused his body to break as well. His essence should have been depleted by now to show such condition.
Whether he could recover is something Elena and the other people specialize in medical arts didn’t know…
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“… …” Eerika bit her lips as she stared at the young boy tucked in bed.
The gentleness in her eyes was tossed about by the wind and rain.
The scene at the battlefield kept replaying in her mind...
The boy was forced to his limit and fought, not knowing he was exhausted.
That numb, cold little face...
Recalling what had happened, it was as if a sharp claw was gripping the softest part of her heart; Eerika felt a suffocating pain...
Truthfully, she was also injured and wounded. However, the pain she was suffering was far eclipsed by the fear and anguish that ate into her heart and penetrated into her bones.
Again and again.
She was the one being protected. She thought that she had become stronger, but time and time, it was proven a mistake as she was the one being saved all the time. She could not protect him, causing him to end like this. Her hand, which was resting against the door, propping her body weight, gradually formed into a fist. Warm tears spilled from her eyes. I don’t like this…I don’t like this at all…why am I so weak…?!
Elena and the other people in the hallway dared not make a sound and only watched as she slowly lowered her head and pressed it into her arm. For a long time, she remained there in that position – separated by the door, leaning close against that door, but fearful of entering.
Ashamed by her weakness…she could only bite her lips and stared at him from a distance. Seeing her so fragile and weak like this, as if a gust of wind can blow her away…Elena and the others felt hurt and pained. They look each other and then nodded their heads before slowly leaving one by one. They glanced at the 'sleeping beauty' that was still in deep slumber…hoping for him to wake up now and display his indifference and coldness like usual…
But that is impossible...
Looking at the seemingly fragile breaking glasswork of a body, Mair could see an internal turmoil of magic power from within him. This magic power was so unstable as if going to explode at any given moment. Some were even leaking, causing the temperature of the room to slightly below average, somehow chilling and cold. “So Aunt, will that guy really wake up?” she asked.
“I can't say for sure... it all depends on him…actually,” Elena shook her head. Her voice as soft and low as possible as if trying not to let a certain someone hear her words. “His body and magic power are just too different from us…probably because he was just a clone. In fact, this clone is more like an incarnation—it’s too real and existing. Normal clones by now would have disappeared and faded after taking so much damage and fatigue…but this one, I just couldn’t understand. He seems real…at the same time not…”
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“… but isn't this alright? After all, he's a clone. Even if he perished, it will still return to the original. Alive, and well,"
“Perhaps. However, since the clone has been with us and protecting us all this time, letting it gets destroyed like this…seems somewhat not right…” Elena smiled bitterly as she shook her head. “Haa, how troublesome…it’s not a real one but it still was giving us quite a trouble. If all of this guy’s clones had some sort of charm on them, wouldn’t that be so terrifying…?"
“He he…I guess even if it was a clone, it still possesses the nature of the real one. Although you know it was just a clone but it acts and behaves just too real you can’t help but treat as the normal person.” Mair chuckled in amusement.
In fact, even with her eyes, she has a very high difficulty of recognizing whether it was a mere clone or not. If not for the blue draconic scales and briskly tail, she would surely have a hard time differentiating him from the original one. And she might even be fooled thinking that it was really him…!
“…but is this okay? The Legion’s army is retreating…aren’t we going to pursue?” Troy who was following the ground after just being treated from injury, asked.
“Are you stupid? We may have won, but they still have the advantage in numbers…” Mair retorted with a dark expression. “Rather than increase the casualties from pursuing, we should be preparing for next time…”
“…next time, huh… at the very least, we have one new reliable guardian with us… with the God Tyr with us, we should be able to protect Asgard better.” Alva shrugs. “However, if this goes in, even if his Majesty God Tyr with us, Asgard will fall. The Casualties have been increasing…and our number is decreasing at a rapid speed. Although we can expect reinforcements from the other God Clans, it wouldn’t last for long! As long as the Legion keeps attacking us like this, we will be uprooted sooner or later!”
“God Tyr…huh,” Mair called out the name of their guardian. However, Mair’s voice didn’t have a tone of that admiration and worship that it should have, instead, it contained bitterness and a bit of blame. “If not for him…” Allen wouldn’t be reduced to such a state.
She muttered the last sentence inside her heart, not daring to say it out loud. Aside from Eerika, she was among those who have become somewhat close to the troublesome youth. Thus, hearing the one-sided injustice and accusation, his former admiration and adoration for the God of Justice, just couldn’t settle her heart—much less Eerika, she must be hating the War God right now…
“Mair…” Seeing Mair’s expression and hearing the tone of her voice, Elena immediately warned her. Although she felt the same as the God Tyr indeed acted rashly, as the Clan Leader, she couldn’t say anything. Tyr is still one of their Gods…and a true High God at that...!
“I know, Aunt…I’m not that reckless,” Mair smiled wryly.
Elena sighs. “Anyway, it can be said that we won this time… not a simple draw, we have taken the initiative this time and that’s all thanks to all of your courage and heroism. Though, next time, I just want all of you to not be reckless… you had dived too deep on the enemy’s ranks this time, causing almost all of your lives. If not for Allen’s timely rescue, all of you would have died…especially you, Alva…”
“… …” Alva smiled bitterly as she averted her eyes. Indeed, this time is just too close…she could have died if Allen was late even by a second… recalling that moment that had changed her destiny, Alva’s heart can’t help but flutter and her face flushed. It was too dangerous…too dangerous in many aspects…!
“Now you have done your best. Therfore, you should reward yourself with rest. I doubt the Legion will try anything again for a short while now that the God Tyr had awoken. As well as the fact that they have suffered devastating defeat this time. Wash and rest…we will take it here,”
“Yes!”
Mair and the other people immediately nodded their head and turned around, started walking away. All of them glanced at the room where a certain little hero was sleeping one last time before they walk away. They have a tacit agreement, to not disturb Eerika for now. Elena did the same, then after a while, sighs and started walking towards the Hall of the Councils.
Now this time… might be a little troublesome. Although most of the Elders are with me regarding Allen’s existence after all this time of fighting together, but the God Tyr’s words and decisions still has a large effect…
Seeing Eerika’s face full of tears, Elena can’t help but sigh within her heart. In today’s battle, the reason why they were able to defeat the Legion’s Army as well as protect their people, reducing the casualties is partly that of Allen alone.
Because of this, Elena also felt dissatisfied on her God for the very first time.
I just hope that the God Tyr wouldn’t order anything untoward against Allen…though if that really happen…what should I… do…?
Elena’s expression turned bitter as she shook her head. She could only brace herself…hoping for the better.
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Eerika gently closed the door.
There was an empty bed and Allen’s bed was near the window. The sound of the door closing did not wake him up, though she preferred to wake him up by disturbing him, she knows that no matter how much noise she causes, Allen would still not wake up.
She knows that he was just a clone. That the real person she was longing for all this time was out there, still living. However, for her, even if it was a Clone, it was Allen himself. Even if she died, she wouldn’t regret protecting him. Whether he was a clone or not, he was the real person for her…all of them are…!
It’s not about the feeling of having something disposable…she just can’t think something like that. However, now seeing him like this, her heart seemed to be entangled by an invisible string. It hurts seeing ‘him’ being like this. What if it was the real person next time? What would she do? How painful would that be…?
Why is she so weak?
Step by step, she approached him, and that string little by little tightened. He lay on the bed; his face looked pale and thin. While sleeping, he even had a frown.
After meeting him again, she had not actually taken a good look at his appearance as much as this because, for some reason, whether it was just her imagination or not, the Clone of Allen, seemed to be avoiding her as much as possible. Not because he hated her, or something like that, she has no proof but she can feel it.
The love coming from him was overflowing but for some unknown reason, he seemed to be conflicting when he was with her, so much that she thought was he actually the real person? In any case, right now she finally could see him closer than ever.
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The next day. Asgard remained quiet, but vigilant. Fortunately, the Legion didn't attack, hence, the few days of peace. Though, perhaps this is just the calm before the storm.
In the Palace of the Balder Clan.
The rays of sun seeped through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled a golden brilliance in the room. The gentle breeze ruffled the tree leaves lightly, leading to some rustling. A beautiful to fault young boy quietly lay on the soft and snow-white bedding. His clean little face was innocent and flawless without a single speck of dust on it and he was as gentle as a delicate flower stalk in a greenhouse, unable to withstand any wind or rain.
Her fingers unconsciously touched his wrinkled brows then brushed across his eyelashes. She could imagine if the owner was awake, this pair of eyes would certainly be cold and detached and sometimes slightly indifferent. But whenever he was looking at her, she can still the feel the warmth and love he was giving out.
Eerika squeezed a towel and place it on Allen’s head, and quietly looked at his face. Finally, the fingers stopped at the slightly pale lips. It was said that most of the people with this kind of lips are fickle in love. And it was true ……who knows how many women he had gotten involved with. However, it doesn’t matter to her. As long as she could stay by his side and earn his love, why is it important to worry about so little things…?
There are many types of love.
There are many types of happiness as well…
And for her, even if she can not monopolize him, wasn’t it already happiness for her to see him every day, love him every day and see his smile, hear his laughter and feel his touch…? If she worries about so very little things, wouldn’t she be the one to suffer and regret? Distance herself away from him…haha, is that even possible…?
Some time ago, no man in this world had ever aroused her attention. She only had a dream, and that is to become stronger and become a God. Be worshipped by many people, standing above the masses. However, ever since he had appeared, her fate had changed.
The world had become even more colorful and full of smiles and expectations. At the same time, in her heart, aside from training, something became even more important to her.
She remembered every word he had said, those words that had slowly seeped into her heart. And even if it was just his clone, Eerika can’t endure seeing the person who had spoken them sleeping like this. With her, he seemed as if he needed always to be delicate and careful, for fear that he would lose her…
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