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It's all right!

This terrible thought seemed like a relief for Nathanos!

He was making up his mind, but from time to time he was troubled by questions from deep inside his soul.

What should the Forgotten One do?

It has nothing to do with me anymore!

You have relatives and lovers...

They all hate me.

Are you going to leave all this behind?

I should have done this long ago.

Nathanos moved towards the edge of the cliff and closed his eyes. He could already feel that death was the ultimate relief for him.

Come silently, go silently. No one pays attention and no one knows.

He actually knew that he was not alone. Someone was observing him around. They were wearing masks, and their black and white wings supported their bodies. Wagri? Why were they still staying here? Nathanos didn't know, nor did he want to know. They had been following him since he returned here. Similarly, they all saw the decaying bodies under Nathanos's clothes.

If they weren't here to stop him, he wouldn't kill them either.

Nathanos stepped out of the platform with one foot, and as long as his center of gravity moved forward a little further, he could completely end himself.

The bottom of the abyss beneath the Frozen Throne is spikes cast from Saron's evil iron. They are enough to completely destroy his body.

Return to peace!

Just a little...

“When did my kid learn to give up on himself?”

The silence was broken, Nathanos quickly retracted his right leg and turned to look at the person behind him.

"Mother?" He couldn't believe his eyes, "I thought you, like King Terenas, and they had left and had already gained rest."

"Because I still have nostalgia for this world, I can stay for a while." Daphne approached and gently stroked Nathanos's face. She knew what her son was going to ask. "It's you, Nathanos. Because of you, I can't feel at ease to go to the world after death."

"Me?" Nathanos blinked and nodded. "I do owe you a sorry, mother."

"You have done your best, my child." Daphne reached out and grabbed one of Nathanos' arms. The Withered One was surprised to find that his mother could touch him. "I have never blamed you, child. How similar did you and Alsace have happened, but you have been looking for a way to salvation. In the body of death, you have not lost your soul, are you or you?"

"I'm still me?" Nathanos smiled bitterly. He also hoped that he would be himself, but reality...

"You probably don't know what I've been through, Mother."

"I only have one question." Daphne asked seriously, "Do you hate them?"

Nathanos had never expected his mother to ask him this question, and she knew that? Aurelia, Stephen, and those who thought he was a monster.

"I don't know." He said in a rough voice.

"How could you hate your lover and your loved ones if you don't even hate Alsace? Even if they did anything to you, can you really hate them?"

"I just don't understand." Nathanos shouted, "Why do they treat me like that? If Aurelia still loves me, Stephen remembers that I am still his brother, why do they want it again..."

"You care what they think, too?"

"They are the people I trust the most." Nathanos gritted his teeth and emphasized. The mother's face showed a slightly surprised expression. In just a few seconds, Nathanos immediately realized his mistake. The people he mentioned were indeed what he trusted the most, but it did not mean that he understood the other party. He had been limiting them with his own ideas.

Aurelia, he thought the female elf would accept him because he was her lover. They would trust each other at any time.

Stephen is the child he watched as he grew up. From the moment the other party was born, he vowed to protect him forever. He thought that even if he had become a dead person, his cousin would still recognize him as his brother.

These are all the results he expected, his own thoughts.

"Nathanos, they are them, no matter how close they are to you, they have their own ideas after all." Daphne's voice was comforting. "They are not wrong, no one is wrong."

The wither felt his fragile and naked body. When he heard his voice again, he couldn't help but feel pain for his hoarse voice.

“Yes, nothing is wrong.”

Darkness turned into snow and snow that flew over his sight. He was not wrong at all, nor was the others.

Daphne watched the clouds between Nathanos's eyebrows dissipated a little, but she suddenly looked back for a moment, and there was a hint of anxiety on her kind face.

"You can't die yet, child." She said, "your people are waiting for you."

"Why suddenly say this, mother?" Nathanos thought of something, and he realized that Daphne was just a soul.

"Thanks to their best efforts to maintain my soul, we can only think of seeing you here." Daphne pointed at the figures above behind him. Nathanos just glanced, and when he turned his gaze, he saw only his mother gave him a smile.

"I'm proud of you."

"No!" Nathanos reached out to grab his mother's face. The moment he touched him, Daphne disappeared, as if he had dispelled his mother's soul.

"What are you doing? Bring her back immediately!" the Withered One shouted to the Wagri, with seven pairs of wings in his sight, in a cone shape.

"We can't do it." said Wagri, who was at the forefront, "Hello, wither. My name is Agatha, and as you see I am a Wagri. We can resurrect the dead, but we cannot let a soul stay in this world for a long time. She must go where she should go."

"So why do you do this?"

"We need you," Agatha said, her black wings rising and falling in the air. "And your mother hopes to see you, please don't get me wrong, we didn't force her to do anything."

"You... need me?"

"The Lich King has been defeated, and our contract with him has been lifted. Without a new contractor, Wagri cannot survive, just as the Scourge cannot do without the Lich King. Your appearance gives us hope."

Nathanos narrowed his eyes alertly, even now, he was still full of anger. "What contract?"
Chapter completed!