Super Righteous Player
Chapter 689 - 230 Elle’s Sense of Happiness_1

Chapter 689: Chapter 230 Elle’s Sense of Happiness_1

——Yes, the future era.

For Elle, everything revealed in this nightmare hinted at a certain possibility of the "future".

Such towering and robust buildings, civilian passenger golems only present in the Wizard’s Tower now used for entertainment, the vast abundance of food resources, so much so that even the commoners could feast daily and consume meat and wine...

Every detail was so finely depicted and novel... How could all of this be part of an imaginary dream?

Moreover, Elle knew that gazing into the future within the realm of dreams was not entirely impossible.

The Great Calamity Curio, held in the hands of Mr. Radiance’s Pope—also known as The Silent Unspeakable Saint Peter, could grant one glimpses of the future.

His silence, perhaps, was the price paid for seeing the future.

If the power of the Great Calamity Curio could do this, then surely the gods might be able to see the future too...

Elle believed that if she lived in that era, she, at least... at least, would not have met with such an unfortunate death as she did sixty years earlier.

Her mother had been extraordinarily beautiful. She was excellent at singing, naturally possessing a siren-like voice. She could play the piano as well, and a string instrument used by the mountain people of Noah. Elle wanted to attend concerts because her mother, when in good spirits, would sometimes play and sing for her.

Clara, only thirteen at the time, had not heard many songs, yet her ability to enchant with mere hums of songs heard from wandering minstrels was enough to captivate anyone.

Speaking of understanding hardship, outstanding beauty, and naivety——her biological father, Joseph, would certainly not lack a wife of such caliber. He was a great wizard who had reached the rank of silver at a young age. If he chose politics, he was destined to climb high, and if he pursued commerce, he would become a wealthy man.

His fate was never meant to align with Clara’s.

It was Clara’s voice that enchanted him, and it gave him the patience to delve deeper into her personality, her background, her everything... Only then could he possibly fall in love with her, and as a silver-tier wizard, with much effort, he brought the girl with no talent and who couldn’t even read to the Wizard’s Tower, to stay by his side.

He taught her how to read, understand people, Rituals and Spells, took her to concerts, and hired tutors to teach her various musical instruments... However, all of that was merely entertainment for Clara.

From a very young age, Elle knew——her mother’s only wish was to become somebody important, a noble, not just someone’s appendage.

——Singing, playing the piano were hopeless endeavours.

Even if one became a great artist, at best, she could only become a Priest of Yawen. Moreover, she never considered singing an art... She purely saw it as a means to please people, a tool for joy.

Such a person would never be recognized by Yawen.

And even if she were recognized... The climb up that path would be far steeper than that of a wizard.

Rather, she might as well marry some wealthy noble without an heir, and then Poison Kill him. If done correctly, one could become a noble... If not successful enough, just kill again.

...And in the end, her marriage to Amos didn’t quite match up with Clara’s plan.

If you ask why,

Perhaps she was defeated by his talent after all.

Clara gave birth to Elle when she was seventeen — at that time still called Elle. When she remarried Amos, he was only nineteen... five years younger than Clara.

At that time, Amos could be described as a prodigy.

His talent was even acknowledged by a Bishop of Yawen—his capabilities surging far beyond the previous year’s each annum, with rapid progress and high spirits. Concurrently, he was also a gentle, magnetic-voiced, polite, and handsome young man.

Despite Clara’s many vile plans and schemes, her love for Amos prevailed... She was willing to set all else aside for now. She couldn’t let Amos find out her true nature, to the extent that she even threatened her biological daughter.

Thus, from a very young age, Elle realized... her mother never loved Joseph.

The only person she might have ever loved was Amos. And Amos did indeed love her... He loved Clara, and included Elle in his affection as well.

If she reached this future era,

Even singers and pianists could become important people, Elle’s mother would perhaps forego wicked schemes of murder; if Amos’s career also went smoothly, he wouldn’t resort to forbidden rituals... selling off his own daughter and lover.

Then, perhaps Elle’s family should have been just like this.

Her pupils stared blankly at the coffee’s light brown liquid.

——People of the future, they seem so happy.

So happy that she even felt a bit envious... an envy bordering on jealousy.

If only I could live in that era, how wonderful that would be.

Merely by virtue of the skeletal power constructed by the Bone Duke’s skeleton, just one glimpse here made Elle feel somewhat entranced.

It was like a dream, an illusion.

But seeing the ones who entered the nightmare with her remain so calm and rational brought Elle a touch of shame.

...Be reserved, Elle! Look how calm everyone else is!

Ladies must not be so rude...!

...Although it was quite rude already.

Elle cried out in her heart, and couldn’t help sitting up straighter because of her embarrassment.

She ate another piece of the fluffy pastry and displayed an expression of bliss.

So much sugar added, yet sweet without being cloying, soft without falling apart... surely this must be the finest pastry only noble young ladies can enjoy?

And this "High Mountain Wine," something even the Viscount of Roth Fort couldn’t afford. Has it become commoner’s food in the "future"?

She clearly saw ordinary-looking students, also bringing textbooks to eat and drink coffee here, chatting away happily.

Thinking of this, Elle picked up her coffee to cover her mouth so she wouldn’t look as undignified while nibbling on her pastry like a squirrel.

She took the opportunity to open wide her emerald green, clear monocle eye, looking curiously all around like a cat – if it weren’t for this, she wouldn’t dare observe strangers, for fear that they would feel her gaze and look back.

This city was so novel and wonderful to her.

It would be such a pity if she could only live here for a day...

She tentatively sipped the coffee and frowned at the bitterness.

I added so much sugar already!

Why isn’t it sweet enough...

Yet this bitterness, mingled with the sweetness of the pastry, created an unexpectedly balanced sensation.

Elle hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to take a few more bites of the pastry or to simply add more sugar.

...I’ll add more sugar.

Amos once said that it’s normal for girls to love sugar! Eating more sugar makes smiles sweeter... just be cautious about cavities.

Compared to the High Mountain Wine, the pastries were far more delicious.

If I couldn’t have them anymore after leaving this nightmare, what should I do...

Maybe I should eat less, so I won’t miss them too much.

With that thought, Elle set down her coffee cup.

Some droplets splashed out, falling onto Elle’s eye patch.

"Are you alright, little Elle?"

Selicia, sitting diagonally across, noticed it immediately.

"Ah, it’s nothing..."

With a mindset to not trouble others, Elle removed her eye patch, revealing an apologetic smile, "Actually, I haven’t needed this eye patch for a while, wearing it is just a habit, I could also just cover it with my hair..."

She hesitated for a moment at this point.

——Because at that instant.

She suddenly realized that she could open her left eye. In the eye socket which should have been empty, she clearly felt the sensation of an eyeball.

[Elle... open your eyes.]

A wispy, hallucination-like voice resonated in the depths of her heart.

"...No."

An inexplicable fear made her momentarily choose to refuse.

On the other side.

Annan sat in front of the mirror with his eyes closed.

"Elle... don’t be afraid, open your left eye."

He spoke in an extremely light, extremely gentle whisper.

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