"The government asked me to come forward to solve the problem of Didamo Cult."

"Don't go." Fett took the glass of champagne pushed by the bartender and sipped slowly, "If you use your magic power again, you will become a useless person."

Tara did not take the champagne that Feit brought over. She shook her head and said with a smile: "I don't drink. I have already promised."

Feit turned around and said word for word: "If you die, I will take Yaris to be buried with you, and I will say the same thing. Sister, drink this glass of wine."

"I haven't drunk wine yet." Tara paused, and under the dim light, slowly moved the glass of bubbling yellow wine from the table, and licked the side of the glass with her lips.

Immediately she tilted slightly. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she seemed to have choked. She quickly put the cup down and stuck out her tongue at Feit: "It doesn't taste good."

"Oh." Feit took the glass of wine from her hand and drank it in one gulp, "You said you would protect me."

"Of course I will protect you." Tara raised her eyebrows and raised her slender hands, "Let's have a glass of juice, any juice."

"Oh, except for 'Wheat Juice'." Fett lifted the wine glass weakly, "I have never loved this world, especially this shabby Yaris. Since we were young, the bastard who left our wine glasses here. I really regret it.

If I hadn’t pulled you out of this muddy water, you wouldn’t have become what you are now.”

Tara sipped a drink made from juice and syrup: "I...this is my value, my mission."

"Who told you that your value is to be burned and trampled on?" Fett snapped his fingers, and a bunch of flames burst out in his hand, but they were quickly extinguished. "You are like a fire now.

A match that is about to burn out will end up being thrown away."

"Your rhetoric is good." Tara smiled happily, as if those troublesome things had never happened to her. The word "headache" did not seem to be able to describe some of the things that had happened to her in recent years.

, to make an appropriate metaphor, it is a nightmare, a pure nightmare, "The stars guide me."

"You want to be like that man..." Fett gritted his teeth, and the glass in his hand creaked, "and die inexplicably like that?"

"This is my destiny."

"I don't believe it." Fett drank the wine in one gulp, "Bring me the wine! I want the best wine here!"

"Okay, Master." The bartender apologized slightly, took the bottle of wine in the center of the bar, and popped the cork. The small bar was suddenly filled with the rich aroma of fruity wood. Another glass of clear wine was poured out.

In front of special.

Fett's cheeks turned red, and he raised the wine glass vigorously. The glass seemed to be filled not with wine, but with shining gold coins. With every sip, he would consume thousands of gold coins. If it weren't for this bar,

It originally belonged to Black Star, and the bartender would not open this extremely precious bottle of wine for them.

"I remember that your drinking ability is not good." Tara covered her mouth, her eyebrows were gentle and her smile was full, "The drinking quality is even worse."

"You have changed." Feit suddenly stretched out his index finger and pointed directly at the bridge of Tara's nose, "You are not the Tara you were before. The Tara you were before... was my sister...

...and now..."

"Currently?"

"You're timid, you're timid...but you're damn responsible for some things...Damn it! You've become stupid! Stupid! Extremely stupid!"

Fett slammed the bar counter, and there seemed to be a pool of bitter water lurking deep in his throat.

"Don't vomit here, it stinks!" Tara pretended to be scared, but actually she was teasing her own brother.

"You were called the 'Daughter of the Star' before. That man...hum, 'Father'! They all said that you were the replica of your father, and that you inherited his father's power." Fett was gloomy and shook.

Holding the half-full wine glass, "When did they ask you if you were willing to inherit your father's business?"

"I do."

"You were just forced to do it!"

Tara had complicated eyes, sighed again, and said slowly: "This is my value."

"Value...what value do you have! What value do I have in your mind! What value do you have in my mind! Have you ever considered me? Do you know...

..how worried I am!"

"I know, please don't-"

"——I tell you, whether you are the Chief Mage or the 'Daughter of the Stars', to me, you are just my sister!"

"But I..."

"Are you going to follow these stupid stars and leave as stupidly as your father?"

"No, no..." Of course Tara knew that Feit still remembered the night his father died. So calm, so calm, his father quietly accepted his death, silently accepted the guidance of the stars, and even

Half disobedient.

"Then what are you going to do! You're going to fall off the chessboard!"

"This is my destiny, Fett." Tara said calmly, "I may understand my father."

"That's a curse...that's a curse! I said, that's a curse! What on earth are you doing? Why can't I understand what you are doing no matter what I do? Why are you so kind? Why are you so kind?

So tirelessly doing one chore after another for everyone

However, those bastards who cannibalize people and not spit out their bones have taken your achievements as their own time and time again! Whether it is honor, wealth, or life, they are getting away from you little by little. If you do this

The value of things…the value! What’s the point!”

"I don't know, Feit, I really don't know!" Tara suddenly covered her face. She tore her cheeks hard with her nails, as if she was enduring something. "Why are you forcing me like this?"

Time!" She grabbed the unfinished drink and threw it on the ground. The drink was scattered all over the floor, and the glass fragments slowly scattered from the ground. Under the light, they looked like dying stars all over the sky.

"I have never forced you...I have never!" Fett was stunned for a moment, and two tears fell from the corners of his eyes. "In this world, the only person who loves you most is me! The person who cares about you the most is

Me! Others..."

"I...I'm sorry." Tara ruffled her hair, "It's all my fault, but this is my responsibility. I still have an agreement...I'm really, sorry for you,

Fett, but I have an agreement that must be fulfilled."

"Whose agreement was it made with...who exactly was it with?"

"Evanni."

"That dead man! Ha! There is an agreement with the dead man! My dear sister has an agreement with the dead man! Hahahahahaha! How many years has he been dead? Or do ghosts really exist in this world?" Fett pulled hard.

The obsidian ring on her finger shouted, "Bring me the wine!"

"You can't drink anymore, Fet." Tara sighed, her face was filled with cracks unconsciously, "I know that I am not a competent sister, and I am also very vain and arrogant. But I don't

Know what to do... I don’t know what to do to save myself!”

"What on earth are you thinking!"

"I can't find...except for that agreement, I can't find...what's the point of living in this world!"

"Don't you still have the responsibility that you think about all day long? The president of the Star Society, and the thousands of star towers in Yaris are all at your disposal! Why can't you find it!"

"You know." Tara bit her lower lip, her voice trembling, "I am the daughter of the stars!"

"Damn, damn, damn, the daughter of a fucking star! He! Damn! Star! What a bullshit star!" Fett nervously drank the glass of wine, "Uh, ugh..." Next

For a moment, his stomach turned up and down, and sour vomit spurted out of his mouth.

"Sure enough..." Tara wiped away her tears with her fingers. She stood up from her seat, unable to stand still for a while, "I have to go. I'm sorry, Fett."

"No...you can't...yikes...go!"

Tara walked to the door of the bar in fear. She stared at Fett's embarrassed appearance and didn't know what to say. For a while, she could only utter this sentence: "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry...what's the use..." Before Fett could finish speaking, his vision went dark and his consciousness sank. He could no longer see or hear anything. Tara walked out cautiously

Outside the door, we came to the surface of [City of Stars]. It was now midnight, and the stars provided the earth with beautiful light.

Every month, Tara still comes to Feilabi to preside over the [Star Falling] ceremony, and her magic level has also been visibly reduced. She is now said to be a five-magic pattern warlock, and her magic level has quietly dropped to the fourth magic pattern.

The mark. Every time she uses magic now, it is a fundamental damage to her body. Use a little less.

She asked herself repeatedly, do you regret it? Is it painful to keep losing? Will everything turn into a passing cloud, despair?

"I don't know." Tara murmured.

This was her answer. She didn't know when she was lost in the entanglement of stars and destiny. She didn't want to believe it, but she had to believe it. She didn't want to do it, but she had to do it. She didn't want to die.

...But under the guidance of the stars...her fate, she witnessed her own misery. And the bright moon, the huge moon, like a jade plate. She was so scared.

, so helpless, but unable to express my personal experience to others.

Tara is a painful person. She has fallen deeply into the quagmire and can never get out. But in the end she can't lose the detachment and nobility deep in her heart, even if her body can no longer bear it.

This kind of transcendence and nobility. She is the daughter of the stars. She uses all her strength to touch the soles of the unreachable gods in the sky. She feels intoxicated by her transcendence, but deep down in her heart she also

I deeply agree that this is just a disguised weakness.

Maybe the Didamo in everyone's hearts really existed... She didn't know exactly what was supporting her at this moment.

She and Avni had an agreement, an agreement that had to be fulfilled. She had to ensure Marshall's safety. At the same time, she had to stick to her position in the Star Society. However, her position as the chief elder of the Star Society

, it was already on the verge of collapse without even realizing it.

She knew that her brother would help her, but she didn't think it was a very honorable thing to be helped by a brother whose magic power was not as good as her own.

But Tara seems to have forgotten something. It seems that it is this kind of detachment and nobility in her heart that is the source of her arrogance and the source of her tragic fate. In the end, she still has no idea that retreating is also a kind of progress, but on the contrary, it is a step forward.

Go to a point of no return.
Chapter completed!