Chapter 150 Even thieves have the right to dream, right...?
Then, the story unfolds on the sky!
A few days after Aglaia's death, Seifer finally set foot on the land of Ohma and stood alone on the Dawn Cloud Cliff.
Before her stood the enormous, ceaselessly operating dawn machine, its roar deafening.
Looking down, the entire city of Ohma lay before me, both familiar and strange.
"Ah, Dawn Cloud Cliff... My memories of this place are truly a mix of emotions."
Sai Feier lowered her head, her gaze sweeping over the city below, her voice filled with deep nostalgia and complex emotions.
"I remember back then... looking down the mountain from here, you could spot the 'Kaneori' signboard at a glance; it shone like a star."
"A thousand years have passed, and my eyesight is not as sharp as it used to be…" she murmured softly, her tone tinged with melancholy.
As Saifei gazed at the familiar yet unfamiliar Ohma before her, her thoughts drifted back to Ohma hundreds of years ago, back to Aglaia's tailor shop.
At that time, she had already moved into Aglaia's house.
Aglaia never asked her to help with the shop's operations, giving her complete freedom.
Sai Fei'er usually loves to go out and play, but she always returns to the weaving workshop on time in the evening.
That day, Saifeier watched Aglaia sewing clothes, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she went over to ask curiously:
"Seamstress, I'm asking you a question!"
"Does Ohmma have any rare treasures that even you... um... even our shop doesn't have?" She tilted her head, her eyes full of anticipation.
Aglaia raised her head, chuckled softly, and spoke in a gentle tone:
"Of course."
"I've heard that somewhere in Dawn Cloud Cliff lies a 'Gem of the World,' said to be a fragment that fell from the Dawn Machine."
"As part of the body of the god Cephalus, it is truly priceless; even the 'Golden Woven' cannot tarnish its pearly luster."
""The Gem of the World"..."
Saifeier repeated the name in a low voice, her face immediately showing great interest, her eyes sparkling as if she had discovered a new continent.
Then, she quickly pulled up her hood to cover her cat ears, a sly smile playing on her lips: "...Ha, I've got it!"
"Then you continue with your work at the shop, I'll go first..."
Before she could finish speaking, Aglaia gently called out to her, "...Let me guess what you're thinking, Sefalia."
Sai Fei'er paused, turned around, her face full of surprise and confusion:
"...Hmm?"
Looking at her like this, Aglaia still confidently guessed:
"You're probably already planning how to infiltrate Dawn Cloud Cliff, evade the guards, and steal that gem, aren't you?"
Sai Fei'er's eyes widened even more, and she was speechless for a moment.
Aglaia continued:
"You probably also have a next step in mind: to sell it for a good price, and then distribute the proceeds to the poor and refugees in the holy city, so that they can have a full meal and a warm coat..."
Saifei'er's plan was completely exposed. Her round little eyes were full of confusion as she stared straight at Aglaia: "...Seamstress, were you really not using the gold thread to spy on my thoughts?"
Aglaia smiled gently, shook her head, and spoke softly:
"You're only good at covering up lies and making up excuses. But your compassion is always written all over your face, you can't hide it."
Saifeier never expected that her deepest secret would be discovered so easily by Aglaia.
Is she really going to reveal her thoughts to the other person so bluntly?
She was trying so hard to pretend she didn't care, so how could she be seen through so easily?
Seeing her conflicted expression, Aglaia's tone remained gentle, like a patient teacher, as she softly inquired:
"Don't deceive your own heart. From the bottom of your heart... do you think this is the right thing to do, Sefaria?"
Sai Fei'er slowly shook her head. She raised her soft little face, her expression stubborn, and her voice was somewhat dejected: "...Then what else can I do?"
"With my power, this is all I can do."
"Seamstress, you often said that I have the potential to become a good person, even a hero in everyone's eyes..."
"But I don't know what to do… I can't weave shimmering fabrics like you, bringing warmth and hope; I don't have a beautiful voice like Sister Heather, capable of soothing hearts; and I certainly can't be as knowledgeable as Sister Tibo, guiding the way…"
"The only thing I'm good at... is the kind of work I learned on the streets, the kind of work that everyone considers shady!"
Her voice carried a barely perceptible sob, her hands were clenched into fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
Even so, I want to... I want to be worthy of your choice, and I don't want to disappoint you.
"Even thieves have the right to dream, right..."
"whispering sound..."
Then, she felt Aglaia's tender gaze, which hurt her pride, and she couldn't help but let out a soft groan, trying to hide her vulnerability.
Aglaia sighed deeply. She fully understood why Saifeier had done this, and she also understood the resentment and struggle in her heart:
"I understand, Cephalia…I understand."
"You have a million reasons to complain about the unfairness of fate, because it has been exceptionally harsh on you from the very beginning."
"The road you are about to take is destined to be more tortuous and more difficult... On this journey, you will inevitably have to endure people's misunderstandings, accusations and prejudices in the shadows."
"But you must believe one thing: everyone is a unique being in this world and has their own value."
"Even including the three hundred rogues of Dolores, each with their own legend... I still firmly believe that you are the only chosen one capable of bearing the divine duty of 'Trickery,' unmatched by anyone."
Saifei'er's voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were a little red. She looked at Aglaia and, for the first time, mustered up the courage to call out her name:
"Ah…Aglaia…"
"If only I could make everyone believe in me... I want everyone to think that the world is a wonderful place... that people in the world are simple and kind."
She sniffed, and asked with a hint of anticipation:
Even if I know it's a lie, if enough people believe it... can a lie become the truth...?
Aglaia gazed at little Sephalia and sensed the pure sincerity and longing in her heart.
Her tone became somewhat heavy. She first slowly shook her head, then nodded gently.
"A lie is always a lie, Cephalia… It doesn't become the truth just because many people believe it."
"However, at times... a white lie can indeed be nobler and more effective than cold honesty."
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