Lawrence opened his eyes slightly, but then closed it again because of the painful frown.
"Well......"
pain.
My whole body was in pain. Even if I wanted to make a sound, my chest and lungs were in severe pain.
"Big sister, are you awake?" A little girl's voice rang in Lawrence's ears.
Lawrence opened his eyes slightly and looked to the side. He could vaguely see a little girl with light pink hair standing beside her with a worried look on her face.
"You are...uh!—"
"Ahem—ahhhh! Puff!"
Lawrence just said something, but suddenly felt a violent pain in his chest, and he couldn't help but cough, but he vomited a large mouthful of black blood.
“Ha…ha—ah—ah—ah…”
She gasped heavily, her eyes widened, and she endured the pain and refused to let herself shout out.
The little girl with light pink hair touched Lawrence's head worriedly and ran to the outside of the house. She would not come back with some paper and help Lawrence wipe off the blood from her mouth and nose.
"Thank you...thank you..." Lawrence said politely.
She almost figured out what was going on in her current situation.
"I have a bottle of potion around my neck..." Lawrence tried his best to control his injuries from speaking, and his voice was extremely small.
The pink-haired little girl understood what Lawrence meant, took the gem potion from Lawrence's neck and fed it to Lawrence.
The effect of the gem potion is very powerful. Lawrence's broken bones, broken and displaced internal organs are all restored under the action of the potion, but the pain is still severe.
"Uh-ah..." Lawrence spitted out the last mouthful of blood blocked in his throat, sat up, and his eyes could finally see clearly.
"Great, big sister, you're finally recovering!" The little girl with pink hair looked very happy.
"Well...thank you, an unknown servant." Lawrence forced himself to show an extremely tired smile, allowing himself to maintain his most basic demeanor, "Did you save me?"
"Well! Sister Lawrence, you were almost dead! The nursery rhyme changed into a prince, and the monster became a trance, so Sister Lawrence could be saved!" The servant who claimed to be a nursery rhyme held Lawrence's hand and showed an innocent and cute smile.
Lawrence looked at the smile and his hands couldn't help but clenched slightly.
Simon....
"Why do you know my name? Well... nursery rhyme? Is this your real name?" Lawrence stroked her forehead. She now felt that it was extremely difficult for her to think and she was extremely drowsy.
"Because the eldest sister is the antidote to the tragedy, I know the eldest sister's name!" Meng Yao jumped up and sat next to Lawrence, stretched out his hand and touched Lawrence's head, "Pupils's rhyme is nursery rhyme, not a human-based follower, but a follower based on stories and fairy tales!"
"Because there are many stories in this place, there are so many! So nursery rhymes appear here."
"Is this true..." Lawrence couldn't understand why she was the "anti-destruction of tragedy" and did not understand what "a servant based on stories and fairy tales" was. She now only felt her heart was empty, and countless memories and thoughts were tied into dead knots. Lawrence stood in this dead knot, wanting to escape, but he didn't dare to take a step.
Meng Yao put her fingers next to her mouth strangely: "Sister Lawrence, I'm a little strange."
"Ah?" Lawrence came to his senses slightly and glanced at the nursery rhyme beside him. In fact, he didn't hear what the nursery rhyme was saying.
"In theory, when you get close to others, nursery rhymes can become their childhood 'good friends', but why can't nursery rhymes become the childhood friend of Lawrence?"
"... Maybe it's because I don't have a childhood." Lawrence smiled indifferently, "Why did nursery rhymes think about saving me?"
"Because big sister, you are the antidote to the tragedy." Tong Yao said with a smile.
"The nursery rhyme has had enough of the tragic ending, and the nursery rhyme occasionally wants to witness a happy and beautiful ending." The nursery rhyme face was sad, "I included all fairy tales and all picture books, but no story is truly happy and beautiful."
Lawrence looked at the nursery rhyme silently, his eyes dim.
The tragic...is the ending...
Indeed, I've had enough...
Children's Rabbit looked up and looked at Lawrence's eyes: "Colbbit can comfort the poor prince. Can the eldest sister apologize to the prince? If the prince forgives you, maybe you all can be happy!"
"Apology..." Lawrence's eyes returned to a little light.
......No.
I'm not qualified to say sorry to the child.
How could the harm he suffered and the pain he suffered, just an apology, be calmed down?
"Big sister, you don't have to think so much." Meng Yao took Lawrence's hand and patted it gently, as if comforting the child. There was still a smile on her face. Lawrence could see a little sadness, "Because the prince is the prince, even if there is a monster, it is still a prince."
"In that little story, the little prince is extremely kind. Even though he has been sad, if he can apologize well, he will really accept it!"
"...ah..." Lawrence's eyes drooped.
If nursery rhymes are really a collection of picture books and fairy tales, then "Prince and Monster" should also be one of her compositions.
......So, she could feel the child's pain and the child's despair.
Lawrence knew that the nursery rhyme was true.
Nolra Broll is a kind and pure child.
As long as the apology is serious, even if it is a false apology, Arnold One will accept it happily and let the hatred disappear.
......but.
Can't do it.
Those pain, those madness, despair, just one apology...
Even if Nolra accepts it, she no longer resents the Zorgen (Maki) clan...
"...In other words, do you need me to bear the feeling of guilt?" Lawrence gritted his teeth.
This is like a sense of guilt of deception...
"No, I..."
Lawrence finally did not choose to get out of this cage of thought.
"I'll think about it..."
Her nails were embedded in her scalp and her body was trembling slightly.
"I, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do..."
Nursing Yao looked at Lawrence, who was on the verge of collapse, pursed her lips, stood up, and gently wiped away Lawrence's tears.
"Sister Lawrence is not afraid, not afraid..." She patted Lawrence on the back, "I just gave Sister Lawrence a chance. If it was a sense of guilt, nursery rhymes could bear it."
"...No, kid." Lawrence looked grey, "I know, that's what I... should do."
"Norra, and, my descendants..."
Chapter completed!