BXBX NOVEL Chapter 353: "Its Never Your Fault"
Chapter 353: "It\'s Never Your Fault"
"Lil lass. Wake up."
That one sentence fell into Ainsley\'s ears like a pebble thrown into the lake, creating ripples on the surface.
"...Uncle Godfather..?" The baby slowly opened her eyes, but her surroundings were dark. Her consciousness seemed to be dragged somewhere else.
"Like lass." Godfather\'s voice echoed once more, and his figure slowly appeared in the darkness.
His dark green hair fluttered in the air. His golden eyes flashed, like the sun in the sky.
His black and white clothes glowed in the dark, forming a yin and yang symbol.
His usually transparent body strangely looked solid at the moment, seemingly real compared to his usual appearance.
Seeing the familiar young version of the Godfather in front of her, Ainsley secretly sighed in relief.
The unknown darkness with no end terrified her for a moment since not even Zev was there with her even though he\'s her system bound with her soul.
However, for some reason, the Godfather was able to enter this dark space…
That\'s good!
The baby calmed her chaotic heart and decided to open her mouth.
"Uh...where...is this?" The baby approached the Godfather, and when she was close enough to the young man, the young man squatted.
"This is just inside your mind..."
The Godfather stretched his hands, and when he touched the baby\'s head, his hand didn\'t go past the baby\'s head just like what it usually did.
"See? This Lord can touch you. This place is just your imaginary place...your real self is currently unconscious."
The Godfather patted Ainsley\'s head and swiftly carried her up, startling the little baby.
"Eh! Uncle– wait. Uh, what did you say before? I\'m currently unconscious?" Ainsley was a bit taken aback and hurriedly hugged the Godfather\'s neck.
I\'m unconscious..? Does it mean I fainted? Isn\'t that a bit embarrassing, ah?
As if reading Ainsley\'s mind, the Godfather chuckled and flicked Ainsley\'s forehead.
"You did faint because you subconsciously evolved your keen hearing ability...haa, lil lass. I don\'t know if you\'re that lucky or unlucky…"
Ainsley triggered her keen hearing ability and evolved it to another stage just for a few seconds, but that enabled her to hear the voice of the dead…
She could hear those who didn\'t become spirits, and the voice lingered in the air even when it was in the past.
In other words, she could hear the voices from the past, and from dead beings!
That ability was so advanced that Ainsley skipped several skill levels, resulting in her almost descending into madness.
At that moment, before Ainsley fainted, Godfather, as a dead spirit, spoke to Ainsley directly, not through telepathy, just like the usual.
Because of that, the spirit\'s mind could invade Ainsley\'s mind, accompanying her in the dark space.
After Ainsley listened to the Godfather\'s explanations, her jaw dropped to the floor.
"Ehhhh, so all those voices I heard are from the dead in the past? I mean, well, they must be the villagers that died in this invasion, b-but…"
Ainsley\'s mind was in chaos.
She didn\'t think that her desperate heart and the trauma scarring her actually led to her keen hearing evolution…
Even though it only lasted for a few seconds and probably wouldn\'t come back in the near future.
Ugh, am I lucky or unlucky?
Ainsley smiled bitterly.
The reason why she fainted was because she couldn\'t handle the surge of voices coming into her mind...and the sudden chaotic evolution also burdened her body.
Thank God she fainted. That way, she stopped hearing voices and the evolved ability also returned to its previous state.
That\'s really just a brief spike...an anomaly…
"Hum. But don\'t worry, everything is alright now." The Godfather saw Ainsley\'s bitter face and rubbed the baby\'s head roughly.
"You won\'t hear those voices anymore...so it\'s okay."
The Godfather\'s warm voice entered Ainsley\'s ears. His breath tickled her cheeks, and his long hair would occasionally fly toward her face.
"Even if you did hear those voices again, don\'t be scared. Whatever they\'re saying, it\'s not true at all."
"But– " Ainsley wanted to rebuke when the Godfather cut her off.
"You\'re not at fault. You didn\'t kill them...you\'re innocent."
The Godfather tugged the corner of his lips, forming a rare gentle smile.
"Remember. You\'re the head of a mafia family. Death is something that will haunt you and your family...but everything will never be your fault."
The Godfather stretched his other hand that didn\'t hold Ainsley and casually pinched the baby\'s soft cheek.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
"Uwhhh– " Ainsley\'s cheek reddened and the baby instantly glared at the Godfather with tears in her eyes.
However, the Godfather only laughed at the baby\'s pouting face. He continued to snuzzle and pinch her cheeks.
"Heh. Remember, lil lass. If someone harms your family and you fail to protect them...it\'s your enemy\'s fault."
"Uh, okay…?"
"Good. If that\'s so, what you need to do...is to avenge your people, right? Go and eliminate those bastards."
The Godfather patted Ainsley\'s cheek and started to ruffle her hair too. He looked like he enjoy making a mess out of the baby\'s neat appearance.
Ainsley could only pout as she looked at the Godfather being mischievous. His face was so close to her face that she could feel his breath and hear his heartbeat.
It\'s as if he\'s there in front of her...as a whole.
Unfortunately...all of this was just an illusion.
The Godfather\'s mind invaded the baby\'s mind, and that\'s how they could interact...but all of this was never real.
Ainsley knew about it. And that\'s why her heart was aching in pain.
How she wished the Godfather was alive…
But that would never happen.
"Lil lass?" The Godfather\'s voice startled Ainsley once more.
"Y-yeah??"
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