Chapter 59 Trust Is the Beginning of the Breakdown

Erin lifted the curtain of the tent. Ye Yan

In fact, it was not really lifted.

When she put her hand on the curtain, it shook a few times and fell to the ground in less than two seconds.

After a pause, she withdrew her hand and walked into the tent as if nothing had happened.

"Awake?"

Erin looked at Arno who had opened his eyes and asked.

"Do you feel okay?"

"As you can see."

Arno smiled bitterly.

"... Sorry."

Erin said with her head down.

Her voice was a little hoarse, as if she hadn't drunk water for several days.

Arno could see that her body was a little shaky, probably because she hadn't slept all night, and her consciousness was a little fuzzy.

"No need to apologize."

"Rather, it's lucky enough to be able to come back alive, so why blame me?"

"Besides, it was you who brought me back from there, right? You were already in a difficult situation, and I caused you so much trouble. I should be the one thanking you."

Arno said softly.

"..."

Irene lowered her head and said nothing.

Arno knew that she had suffered a great blow.

It was fine during the battle, but once she had time to think, her blow would become greater.

Not only did all her companions who had been with her day and night die, but even the boy she was determined to bring back was killed by bullets.

This kind of blow is unimaginable.

But as long as she is alive, this pain will gradually fade away.

Then, it will turn into a more angry flame.

This flame is extremely hot, enough to burn any enemy she wants to burn.

And this is Arno's goal.

"It's okay."

"Everything will be fine."

Arno endured the severe pain and forced himself to sit up.

He reached out to Irene's long hair and stroked it gently.

"You have done well."

"Don't blame yourself anymore."

Arno said softly.

At this time, his action is meaningful.

Under a huge blow, people's hearts need an outlet to vent their emotions.

Only Arno can do this.

Except for him who fought side by side, no one else can take on this task.

Irene would not vent her inner distress to anyone else.

But for Arno, she did not have so many scruples.

"... Sorry."

Irene suddenly said softly.

Then,

without any warning, he hugged Arno's body.

The long hair brushed across Arno's nose, and it felt a little itchy.

"... It will be fine."

Arno looked down at Irene in his arms and said softly.

"Sorry."

"It will be fine in a while, can I continue like this for a while?"

Irene's somewhat dull voice came from Arno's arms.

"Of course."

Arno said.

"Sorry..."

"Sorry..."

Irene's body trembled a little, and she kept muttering.

Just as Arno thought, she was in pain.

Surviving did not bring her any relief, but made her full of pressure and shame.

She is the leader, the leader.

Gathering on the top floor of the building was also her decision.

However, it was also because of this decision that she and they were annihilated.

Irene believed that this was her responsibility.

It was because she did not arrange everything well in advance that this tragedy happened.

She must be responsible for all the dead companions.

If she had not survived,

it might have been easier for her.

But since she survived,

she must shoulder the responsibility of everyone.

Their hopes,

their visions,

everything they have.

Including the grand plan of subverting the empire, she must inherit it.

She must complete these for them.

If she died, it would be fine.

Now that she survived, she could not die anyway.

However,

even if she understood this, the pain would not disappear temporarily.

The huge pressure made Irene even feel that she could not breathe.

All night long, every time she closed her eyes, the nightmares of her companions would appear in front of her, making her unable to sleep and eat.

"..."

Arno lowered his head and looked at Irene silently.

He could feel the pain of this energetic girl.

However, there was not much in his heart.

All this had appeared in his mind countless times since the moment he decided to do it.

This was necessary.

Only hatred, anger, sadness...

Only these darkest emotions could make her and this organization stronger.

Fighting is not playing house.

Irene must recognize this clearly.

To drip her lonely burning candle onto the ground,

Only with the help of the wind, this spark can set the prairie on fire.

Otherwise, according to their previous practice of secretly accumulating strength and doing nothing, they could not pose any threat to the empire at all.

Even if they had to hide and accumulate strength, they could not stop their activities.

Fight!

Go forward!

Keep going forward!

Only in this way can the will of freedom spread.

The small flame must be hot to ignite the surrounding haystacks.

And what Arno did was to make the flame even hotter.

He wanted to use the flame for his own benefit,

so he had to make it stronger first.

Then,

after everything was done, a basin of water was poured out to extinguish it.

This is the greatest value of their existence to Arno.

…

After a long time,

Irene left Arno's arms.

Her head was still lowered, not raised.

"… Thank you, I feel much better."

Irene thanked softly.

"It's okay."

"As long as I can do it, you can always find me."

Arno said softly.

"… Yeah."

Irene nodded gently, "Then I'll leave first."

After that, she left without raising her head.

She didn't want anyone to see the tears on her face,

not even Arno.

However,

her heart, after a catharsis, did feel much better.

"Why is this?"

Irene walked out of the tent, looked up at the sky, and murmured.

But she couldn't find the answer in her heart no matter what.

Maybe it was because Lann was much older than her, which made her feel reliable;

Maybe it was because they had fought together, which made her trust Lann very much.

In short, after venting, Irene found some peace of mind in him.

And in the tent,

Yanuo knew why all this happened.

"If a piece of the heart is missing, it will be easy for others to take advantage of it."

"You are too careless, Irene."

Yanuo smiled and said lightly.

Everything was just as he expected.

As long as Irene had this feeling about him.

Then it would be easier to control her.

Next, she will become stronger.

Much stronger than before.

For Arno, her value is always rising.

"However, this is a double-edged sword, and I have to be careful."

"After all - trust is the beginning of a break."