Only God
Chapter 383 - 339: A Heart Made of Gold

Chapter 383: Chapter 339: A Heart Made of Gold

Anos was like a rose that had been shorn of all its thorns, with petals drooping low.

Mira watched the Princess in disbelief, never having imagined that such a valiant beauty could ever present such a state.

"How... What’s wrong with you?"

Anos steadied herself against the wall and sat down on her bed, where the bedding was in disarray, seemingly from her painful tossing and turning.

"It’s an old ailment, Mira.

It has plagued me for a very long time."

She seemed to ease a bit, her voice not as pained.

Mira approached with a measure of heartache.

"What exactly is wrong?"

Anos turned her head and spoke slowly,

"The problem is with my heart; every year when the humid season of summer and autumn comes, my heart begins to ache fiercely.

It has troubled me for many years now, unbearable, truly agonizing."

"The heart?"

Mira looked at Anos’s slightly heaving chest, approached, and asked,

"What’s wrong with your heart?"

Anos shifted back, putting some distance between herself and Mira.

This was the Princess’s subconscious alertness.

"Actually, it’s nothing. As long as I keep my spirits tight, paying attention at all times, it won’t suddenly hurt.

But sleeping... heh, waking up in pain is all too common."

Mira moved in closer again, pressing,

"Do you know what’s causing it?"

Anos stared at Mira, backed away a bit more,

"I knew you’d ask,

but I’m not going to tell you. Doesn’t everyone have secrets?

As a Princess of Danschel, I understand the importance of keeping my lips sealed, more than anyone."

Mira paused, feeling a bit hurried,

"Trust me, I can help you, Anos!"

Anos replied softly,

"Thank you...

but what good does your belief do me?"

The Princess sounded quite downcast.

Mira sensed the despair in her voice, as well as mistrust towards herself.

"Anos, such words truly sadden me."

Mira let out a sigh, falling silent for a moment before speaking.

In fact, Mira had long felt that, while Anos seemed welcoming on the surface, there was always something detached about her warmth.

But it was not until today that Mira faced this issue head-on.

Seeing Mira’s loss of spirits, Anos let out a sigh.

The Princess knew this mysterious young girl to be a tender and kind child, yet even so, she was just a child, after all.

"Then I’ll leave."

Seeing that Anos remained silent, Mira turned to leave the room.

As she stepped through the door, she looked back at the Princess with a hint of resentment.

Anos paused for a moment.

That look somehow touched her golden, icy heart.

"Wait."

Anos called out to Mira, as if possessed.

Mira halted immediately.

Anos let out a soft sigh, and said,

"Alright then... Mira, I believe you can help me.

Please forgive my earlier refusal, I had long since given up hope."

Mira’s mood shifted instantly, smiling as she walked back to Anos’s side.

"Is it here that hurts?"

Mira pointed to her left chest.

The Princess instinctively recoiled, then after a moment’s thought, nodded slightly.

Mira extended her hand and, through the thin linen nightdress, touched the soft chest.

The little hand did not seem to match her chest.

"Nanu."

Mira closed her eyes and whispered Ancient Language, probing the movements beneath her chest.

Anos felt a cool sensation seeping through her skin, implanting itself into her chest, and subconsciously bit down on her teeth.

Mira was investigating the situation beneath her chest cavity and quickly displayed a look of astonishment.

"Inside is... gold?!"

Mira incredulously grasped her chest, thoroughly examining it.

It was indeed gold.

Inside the chest of Princess Danschel was not a heart of flesh and blood but a glittering piece of gold.

To be precise, it was gold entwined with a heart of flesh; the muscles of the heart grew as if they were tumors upon the gold.

Gold, that which all people covet, but if a piece of gold were to grow inside the heart...

"Are you done?"

Anos was feeling a bit uncomfortable with her grip.

Mira slowly let go, her face written with shock.

"Why do you have gold in your body?"

Princess Anos dropped her eyelids, looking at Mira and said softly,

"This is my secret, Mira.

Without this Golden Heart, I might have died in my childhood.

I hope you can promise me, not to tell anyone."

Listening to the Princess’s words, Mira nodded.

She originally thought it was some kind of illness that she could heal with the Ancient Language she knew, but a Golden Heart, how to heal that?

Suddenly, Anos’s body fell backward.

From the Princess’s mouth came a cry of pain; obviously, Mira’s probing just now had stimulated the Golden Heart.

Her forehead broke out in a cold sweat, and she fell onto the bed, trembling crazily.

Mira was startled, realizing the Princess’s suffering was because of her; in her panic, she suddenly moved forward and grabbed at Anos’s left chest again.

"Marasoria."

Mira rapidly recited the Ancient Language, and a faint yellow glow began to emanate from her palm. Under the spreading light, Anos’s pain gradually ceased, and her shaking body slowly calmed down.

"This, this is?"

Anos opened her sweaty eyes, bewildered.

"This is the Ancient Language for ’Pain Suppression’."

Mira explained, looking worriedly at Anos,

"Feeling better?"

"Uh-huh... much better."

Anos, breathing heavily, slowly sat up from the bed and gathered her disheveled hair,

"You actually know... three Ancient Languages... why is that?"

Generally speaking, even the most extraordinarily talented geniuses could at most comprehend two Ancient Languages.

People often called these individuals Sages.

Yet, many spend their entire lives understanding only one Ancient Language, or not knowing any at all.

Mira thought for a moment and responded,

"I knew you would ask,

but I won’t tell you. Everyone has secrets, don’t they?

As a friend of... the Princess of Danschel... I know the importance of keeping my lips sealed more than anyone else."

Anos was taken aback for a moment, then a bitter smile emerged.

She had not expected the words she had said not long ago to become Mira’s weapon of retaliation.

"The day I met you by such a coincidence, I wouldn’t have been surprised if you claimed to be a Prophet."

Anos spoke in a soft voice to the girl before her.

"I’m no Prophet, I’m Mira."

Mira said,

"Really feeling better?"

"Uh-huh, let go."

Anos nodded.

Suddenly, from her chest came a small tug, a feeling as if being pinched and pulled outward.

It turned out Mira was acting childishly, giving a little twist before letting go; her mischievous thoughts were too wicked.

Seeing the girl’s triumphant expression was like saying: Look, that’s for not believing me earlier.