Chapter 147 Aya: Kitty, I'll take care of you~
"Sefaria, your face…"
Aglaia's gaze fell on the wound on Saifei's cheek, her voice filled with undisguised heartache.
Little Saifeier lowered her eyes slightly, avoiding her gaze, her tone somewhat cold, carrying a deliberate distance:
"...I need clothes."
"Just throw me anything, even a piece of cloth will do, as long as it can cover the wound."
"I will pay you back the money you owe... I promise."
Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable stubbornness.
Aglaia gazed at the golden blood sliding down her cheek, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke softly:
"You... have golden blood flowing through your veins."
Sai Feier nodded, a self-deprecating smile curving her lips, her tone filled with resentment and indignation:
"...Yes, so what?"
"Yes, I am what they call the Golden Descendant—a hero of immense strength! A world-renowned swordsman! A scholar of unparalleled wisdom!"
She deliberately emphasized the following words, her tone filled with sarcasm.
It was as if it was mocking this innate identity.
Aglaia keenly sensed something was off about Serfie's tone and quickly and gently interrupted her:
"Sefaria…"
"I'm so sorry," Sai Fei'er said, her eyes dimming and her voice trembling slightly.
"How could someone like me, a poor man, a thief, and a swindler, appear among such a capable group of people!"
"Why don't I cut another gash in my body and let all this yellow stuff dry out..."
After revealing her identity as a Golden Descendant, Saifeier showed extreme resistance and even deep self-blame.
She felt she was not worthy of being a member of the Golden Family, and that the golden blood symbolizing nobility should not flow in her veins.
Yes, she was just a thief who made a living by stealing.
How could they possibly be compared to those Golden Descendants who are driven by a sense of righteousness and shoulder the mission of saving the world?
"…Stop talking, Sefaria."
Aglaia's tone was full of heartache as she reached out to touch her, yet hesitated to do so for fear of disturbing her.
Sai Fei'er clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost digging into her palms, her chest heaving violently, clearly tormented by her identity: "...Ugh."
"I'll give you clothes to warm you up. And then..."
Aglaia's tone remained gentle. She nodded slightly, gazing intently at Saifeier, trying her best to soften her voice:
"Then... stay here, stay in my weaving workshop until your injuries heal."
"...whispering sound."
Sensing the sincerity and gentleness in Aglaia's words, Saifeier remained stubborn and haughtily scoffed.
Trying to conceal the turmoil in one's heart:
"Aren't you going to ask me? Ask me how I got these injuries?"
Seeing that Aglaia did not respond, but just looked at her quietly.
Sai Fei'er laughed self-deprecatingly, her tone filled with deep self-loathing:
"Ha, that's true, what's the point of asking?"
"I'm so good at lying, I even fooled your gold thread—since I can't confirm the truth, why bother asking?"
She deeply loathed her identity as a thief and a liar.
This self-blame was like a heavy shackle, making it hard for her to breathe.
Aglaia quickly shook her head gently, her eyes filled with understanding and heartache:
"...I don't need to question you, nor do I need to use gold thread to measure you."
"I know everything you do is for survival, no matter the cost."
She saw right through Sai Feier's heart, slowly reached out, and gently touched Sai Feier's messy hair.
The movements were as gentle as if soothing a frightened kitten.
"Stay here."
"Here, you no longer have to endure hunger and cold, and you no longer have to risk your life for a bite to eat."
"By my side, you can learn to mend your broken self-esteem."
Sai Fei'er slowly raised her small face, her eyes full of doubt, and asked cautiously:
"Aren't you... afraid I'll bring bad reputation to this place? Aren't you afraid I'll secretly steal your valuable clothes and resell them outside?"
Aglaia chuckled softly, a gentle light shining in her eyes:
"If I were afraid of these things, I wouldn't have extended the invitation to you."
Sai Fei looked at her with some surprise, her brows furrowing slightly.
"Seamstress, you're strange. Adults always say that a child who lies often is hard to change..."
"...I tried hard not to live up to their expectations."
Her voice lowered, tinged with weariness.
"But honestly? That's too tiring... I've wanted to give up for a long time."
What makes you think I won't let you down?
"Because I can feel it—not by the power of a demigod, but by the heart beating in my chest—that you love this place."
Aglaia placed her hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat, her eyes filled with utmost sincerity.
"That's why you pass by here so often, and that's why you're ashamed to stop—because you're afraid you're not worthy of the 'Golden Orchid' brand."
Sai Fei'er's eyes widened in disbelief.
Unexpectedly, Aglaia knew everything and saw right through her hidden thoughts.
"After taking over the priesthood of Meneta, I have become accustomed to letting the gold thread distinguish between sincerity and falsehood for me."
Aglaia slowly recounted her innermost thoughts, her gaze tenderly fixed on little Saifeier, filled with a hint of expectation.
"But the mission I want to accomplish requires me to learn to trust and rely on others with my heart."
"Sefaria—you are a sincere gift I gave to this world…and a challenge it posed to me."
"Stay with me. You have a beautiful face; it shouldn't always be surrounded by scars and mud."
Saifei's tone was somewhat disordered, clearly moved by Aglaia's words.
She scratched her head, a little embarrassed, and said:
"Your words are so convoluted, it's impossible to understand them."
However, her tone no longer carried the indifference and resistance of before, but instead a hint of secret joy and anticipation.
"Then it's... a deal."
She looked up, her eyes sparkling.
"You have one day to change your mind—once that's over, it'll be too late to kick me out!"
The story of "Above the Sky" comes to a temporary halt here, although there is no further development.
But everyone could guess that, given Aglaia's care and love for Saifeier, she would definitely not go back on her word within this one-day deadline.
She would definitely let Saifeier stay in the weaving workshop and give her a stable home.
A thousand years ago, it was Aglaia who adopted Saifeier, who was wandering around.
This finally gave the little cat, who could only survive by stealing, a safe haven!
Thinking of this, the people of Douluo Continent couldn't help but recall the title of this chapter once again—
"I can't go home, I can't find my mother, and I can't even tell the truth."
This so-called "home" must be Aglaia's weaving workshop!
Since the weaving workshop is Saifei'er's home, then who is the "mother" she talks about?
A thousand years later, the way Cypher and Aglaia interact seems like that of sisters.
But a thousand years ago, when Saifeier was still a child.
Aglaia treated her with tenderness and care, completely regarding her as a child.
That affection was just like a mother's love for her daughter!
Many people already have the answer in their hearts: the "mom" that Saifeier mentioned is most likely Aglaia.
This is truly a wonderful thing!
But since Saifeier loves the weaving workshop so much, and has such a close "mother-daughter" relationship with Aglaia,
Why did she choose to leave later, and why did she stay away for hundreds of years?
What irreconcilable conflict occurred between them?
That's what caused the once close relationship between the two to plummet to a freezing point, making them like strangers.
Everyone was filled with doubt and eager to know what would happen next.
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