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Chapter 777: Chapter 158: The Bard and His Protagonist_3 Chapter 777: Chapter 158: The Bard and His Protagonist_3 The ice tracks stretched out ahead, leading the glass carriage smoothly downhill like an inverse proportion function curve.

Both the glass unicorn and the carriage, from the moment they appeared in sight, began to continuously disintegrate, turning into silver-grey fairy dust.

It was a spontaneously disintegrating fantasy—

If the fairy’s scale had been large enough, perhaps something could have been created.

But for a lone fairy, maintaining “fantasy” in the material realm was somewhat difficult.

Sitting inside the carriage, besides Aiwass and Lady Grace, there were two passengers.

One was a young fairy perched on his collarbone, clutching Aiwass’s neckline.

The other, was an elven girl sitting decorously in the back seat.

That was Miss Anastasia!

Mr.

Yunus immediately recognized the other party’s identity and temporarily set aside his concerns for Nilim.

She looked exactly the same as when he had seen Anastasia back then, both appearance and clothing untouched by time.

Everything remained unchanged.

Without a doubt, this was an illusion.

Just like what he had seen back then…

he had never actually seen Anastasia’s true face.

…Has she come back?

This thought immediately complicated Mr.

Yunus’s emotions.

“Aya…”

Mage Maxim immediately approached and knelt halfway down, embracing Anastasia deeply and whispering, “Are you alright?”

Although the greeting was somewhat abrupt, Mr.

Yunus knew what he meant.

“I am fine, Father.”

Anastasia said airily.

She placed her hands behind her back and blinked mischievously, “There has never been a better time than now.”

Yet hearing those words, Mage Maxim only looked at her with a complex gaze.@@novelbin@@

He had much to say, but he remained silent.

He turned his head and gave Mr.

Yunus a deep look.

This made Mr.

Yunus feel somewhat guilty, a slight shame in his heart.

“Mr.

Yunus!”

The girl ran towards him with a smile.

“Ha·ha·ha, Ana—”

Mr.

Yunus’s face was brimming with a smile, his cheerful mood causing him to unconsciously let out his signature laughter.

Yet quickly, under Mage Maxim’s stern gaze, he caught himself and lowered his voice, “The beautiful Miss Anastasia…

if you’re unwell, there was no need for you to come personally.

Or is it that my friend Aiwass hasn’t mentioned this to you?”

“I indeed didn’t say,”

Aiwass suddenly interrupted, speaking softly, “Because I think…

Anastasia is no longer a child, Mr.

Yunus.

“She has her own unique thoughts, a clear will.

It is not for us to do what we think is ‘good for her’ and expect her to accept it.

“Yes, I could have persuaded her not to come—but that would actually be imposing our goodwill and friendship over her personal will.

When I realized she wanted to do this…

I could only agree and consent.”

Aiwass’s words seemed to be addressed to Mr.

Yunus.

But they were also meant for Lady Grace and Mage Maxim.

Upon hearing this, Lady Grace who had already witnessed everything, didn’t react anew, but Mage Maxim’s expression grew complex.

After all, he was a Transcendent walking the Path of Wisdom.

Just by this, he had already roughly guessed the truth.

Anastasia and Yunus embraced for a good while, after which Yunus took something out of his arms with a smile—it was either a smile of relief, a tender smile, or perhaps a bitter one.

It was Anastasia’s moon-white silk ribbon, with light blue elven inscriptions on it.

Written in Elvish, it read: “Anastasia, may you be well.”

In the silent gaze of everyone present, Yunus, kneeling on the ground, gently tied the ribbon back into Anastasia’s hair.

Her bob cut, round like a little apple, suited a ribbon like that perfectly.

“I kept my word, didn’t I, Miss Anastasia?”

Yunus’s mouth twitched slightly as he said in a low voice, “When you invited me to visit your home…

I promised that I would definitely come to see you.”

“And now, I’ve fulfilled both.”

“Thank you very much, Mr.

Yunus.

Thank you for saving me.”

Anastasia bowed deeply to him in earnest: “Without you, I would not have been able to see my parents ever again.”

“…It was just…”

Yunus began to open his mouth, wishing to be modest.

But as soon as he remembered the initial rush of madness to save Anastasia from a powerful foe, he suddenly fell silent again.

—He had saved someone else’s daughter, but why didn’t he have the courage to save his own?

“I was thinking,” said Anastasia lightly, “how I could possibly thank you.

“Now I finally understand…

I am very happy.

“As a gift of gratitude, I want to personally hand it over to you—”

With that, Anastasia suddenly emitted a faint glow and then plunged into Yunus’s arms.

Yunus instinctively held onto the girl, but suddenly felt a lightness in his embrace.

Anastasia had disappeared without a trace.

An elven style silver harp appeared in his arms.

The ribbon hung atop the harp’s pointed end.

“…I thought…

you should see me, for who I truly am…”

Another faint and gentle voice came from not far away.

Yunus looked up.

And there was Anastasia, nearly transformed into a tree.

She didn’t struggle in agony as in the Fairy Kingdom—after leaving the Fairy Kingdom, she immediately quieted down.

Her voice became weary, and her twisted branches began to grow swiftly, unfurling.

Under the baptism of moonlight, her branches spread out, no longer deformed and hunched.

Leaves grew at a velocity visible to the naked eye.

Maxim realized something.

He didn’t intervene; instead, he pursed his lips and watched everything in silence.

“That’s a part of me…

Mr.

Yunus.”

She spoke: “I haven’t seen…

the outside world.

Just being alive is too lonely, isn’t it?

“I want to see the outside world…

I want to see other countries.

I want to see the Gryphons of Avalon, I want to see the deserts and the streams.”

“Please take me to see the outside.”