Tangled By Fate

Chapter 476 - 476 DARKNESS

476 DARKNESS

“Before you go, there is something else you need to know. This kind of ancient poison can only be found among the witches.”

“Those wretched witches,” Darius cursed

He hated witches more than anyone. His face turned red in anger.

“If it’s the witch’s poison, then it means…” without finishing his sentence, Ironing looked at Arthur.

Arthur’s golden pupils burned with anger.

He gritted his teeth and muttered with deep hatred. “That bloody Queen!”

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It’s dark. Too dark. Nothing could be seen.

Veronica walked on the unknown path.

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She didn’t know where she was heading.

She couldn’t remember what happened before she went into utter darkness and silence.

There was no wind, no sound nor no light.

Although she couldn’t sense anything, chills ran down her spine and she shivered uncontrollably.

‘Where am I? What am I doing here?’ she wondered.

Hugging her arms, she moved forward. She was too afraid to stay in the same place.

She had no awareness of where she was heading.

She felt like she was walking for an eternity when all of a sudden, she noticed a yellow light.

It was a mellow light. if it was any other time, she wouldn’t have noticed it but in utter darkness, that mellow light was too bright.

The light also gave her hope.

Her eyes brightened up and she walked forward with quick steps.

The closer she came and the brighter the light was shown.

She found courage in her heart and walked closer.

When she reached the destination, she saw thirteen candles positioned in a circle.

In the middle, there was a lady, wearing a white dress, kneeling and praying silently.

“Saint… Saint Ava?” Veronica called out in a shaky voice.

Upon hearing her voice, the woman slowly stood up.

When she turned around, a familiar face came into sight.

Veronica’s eyes lit up. “Saint Ava, it is you!”

She smiled as relief washed over her body. She quickly stepped forward.

“Is it you, the selfish blessed child? Or should I say, ‘cursed child’?” a cold voice froze her on the spot.

Veronica couldn’t move anymore.

She shuddered when she noticed how cold Saint Ava sounded. The kind-hearted saint was nowhere to be seen.

Veronica said, “I know you hate me for what I have done, but I never wanted to be a blessed child in the first place. And there is a fake blessed child who is doing her job perfectly.”

Saint Ava replied, “A fake is a fake. They can never take the place of the real deal.”

She glanced at Veronica and said, “It’s not like you are in a good shape either. I guess you wanted a messy life for yourself.”

“Not in a good shape?” Veronica repeated after her. She was confused. “What do you mean?”

“Huh?” Saint Ava frowned. “Don’t you remember that you were poisoned?”

“Poisoned? Me?!” Veronica Was stunned. She tried to recall if there was any incident like that but she couldn’t. “But how?”

Saint Ava let out a deep sigh.

“You are more useless than I thought. Is that why you left your glorious life? What do you want to do with your life anyway?

“You left your duty because you wanted your freedom. Now you get poisoned and your soul comes to Nowhere because you are dying.

“Is this why you chose freedom? To have an early death? I’m not sure if I should call you a brave woman or a stupid idiot.”

After being harshly scolded by the Saint, Veronica was depressed.

She took her time to think about her actions.

She wanted freedom and left her duties. She got married willingly and now didn’t want to be tied down to marriage.

Her knees gave out and she knelt. Covering her face, she mumbled, “I’m really an idiot. What am I actually doing?”

At that point, she didn’t know what she was doing, what she wanted or what could bring her happiness.

Whatever she had, she threw them away, even Arthur who loved her madly and tried to use forbidden dark arts just to bring her back – she couldn’t acknowledge his heart.

“Why am I so selfish?” she muttered, feeling guilty.

Suddenly, a thought came to her mind.

‘Wait, if I’m poisoned right now and dying, what will he do?’

She felt a pang of pain in her heart. Her heart ached for him.

She didn’t want to see him in pain. The pain of losing her.

It only led to darkness and suffering.

It was she who willingly joined hands with her and then selfishly tried to leave his side for her so-called freedom.

What’s freedom? How to gain it? How can someone achieve it? – she had no idea.

She never thought of it and didn’t bother to feel what others felt after she chose to stick to her plans.

She didn’t care what others thought, not even the people who loved her.

She was born alone, grew up alone and all she knew was how to be alone.

That’s why all the decisions she took were only part of her and no one else.

Saint Ava noticed the abnormality in her action. She scoffed.

“Are you guilty of your own stupidity now? What’s the point when you are dying soon?”

Veronica looked at her. Too shocked to speak.

The sudden realization of her actions up until now made her stunned.

She never regretted anything in her life other than her decision of being free from the man who chose her and only her to be his life partner.

What’s a life partner?

Wasn’t it supposed to be someone who stayed with their partner in good and bad and supported each other through hardships and enjoyed their good days together?

Then, what did she do? What could she do?

She willingly grabbed his hand and promised to be with him but she let go of his hand for something so selfish?

That so-called freedom was nothing but the responsibility she was running away from.

What could be freedom other than taking one’s own responsibility?

Saint Ava narrowed her eyes and looked away.

She was so disappointed in her disciple that she didn’t want to look at her anymore.

“I guess you did something stupid again. You shouldn’t have left and you should have done what I instructed you to do.

“Since you wanted to choose your own path, shouldn’t you live a happy life? Why are you in a sorry state?

“It’s not like I can help you here. You don’t even know what happened to you. How can I go and help you?”

Veronica’s eyelashes trembled.

“Won’t you abandon me?” she asked.