Listening to Merlin's calm narration, Yol suddenly felt a great palpitation in her heart.
Using her empathy to resonate with this event, the result she arrived at was that she also couldn't accept such a situation happening.
Involuntarily, her heart began to pity that nameless marine.
Involuntarily, her heart became more urgent. A seed named "Decisiveness" took deep root and sprouted.
Merlin turned his head to look at Yol at this time, his gaze gentle as he said:
"Yol, you have to know that people are different. Some are born kind, while others are born evil.
"I won't force you to get used to it or do things you don't want to do.
"If something like this happens again in the future, you can tell me. Cherishing life isn't a flaw. If you can't bear to do it, you can tell me.
"I'll send him to hell; you just need to help pray for him and see him off."
Hearing Merlin's voice gently embracing her, Yol's heart beat violently and uncontrollably, thump-thump.
Her body also became warm. Yol slowly lowered her head, but she couldn't see her toes. She felt a little embarrassed:
"That's not good! I can't push all this sin onto you. If you go to hell, I don't want you to go alone."
The corner of Merlin's mouth twitched, and he said grumpily: "Are you cursing me to die?"
Turning sideways, he put his hand on her head and patted it. Yol's hair was messed up. Yol shook her head dissatisfiedly and said helplessly:
"You messed up my hair."
Merlin curled his lips, his right hand falling from the top of her head to rest on her shoulder.
He patted it twice. Yol tilted her head and looked at him in confusion. Merlin smiled and said:
"I read a special poem a long time ago. Do you know what it is?"
Yol rolled her eyes at Merlin and complained: "How would I know if you don't tell me?"
"Killing one is a crime," Merlin said slowly with a low tone and calm gaze:
"Slaughtering ten thousand makes one a hero. Slaughtering nine million makes one a hero among heroes."
Yol listened quietly to Merlin finishing this passage. Her eyes unconsciously became somewhat glazed, feeling as if a scene of blood and gore appeared before her eyes.
"Killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand makes one a hero?" Yol murmured.
Merlin chuckled lightly:
"This line can be said to be the essence of that poem."
"Then what is the whole poem?"
""Song of the Man" (Nan Er Xing), a man should kill..."
Merlin made slight deletions in some places, then slowly recited this poem he had memorized during his chūnibyō period in his previous life.
Listening to Merlin, every line filled with killing, Yol trembled in her heart, feeling like facing a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
But while trembling, a unique heroic spirit also allowed her to experience the bold emotions in the poem through her empathy.
It wasn't aimless slaughter, but an indescribable rationality, like a righteous killing, a responsible killing.
Gradually, Yol's mind immersed in it, gaining her own understanding of killing.
A long time later, as Merlin finished speaking.
Yol's gaze gradually changed from blank to calm. She looked at Merlin, but her words were interwoven with complexity:
"I understand! Thank you."
Merlin looked a bit confused.
No, Sister, what did you understand?
The corners of Yol's mouth turned up slightly, carrying a unique gentleness, "I shouldn't get entangled in superficial killing. Killing is also to protect life.
"Stopping killing by killing!
"For the sake of protection, killing is also a release for each other. As long as I kill with a clear conscience, it's fine.
"As long as it doesn't violate my own justice in my heart, then what does killing matter?
"I will pray properly for them after killing them."
Merlin looked at Yol in surprise. This sister's comprehension was quite good. Yol was somewhat helpless about Merlin's surprise and rolled her eyes at him grumpily:
"I'm not a fool. I just needed a reason to kill.
"And now I have the reason.
"So thank you, Merlin."
Speaking of this, Yol asked curiously: "The conception of this poem is lofty. It's a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, but why have I never heard even a word of it before?"
A trace of melancholy flashed in Merlin's eyes, but disappeared instantly. He smiled:
"The person who wrote this poem is very, very far away from us, farther than the stars in the sky.
"And he didn't leave his works in this world. I also got this poem by chance."
Regret appeared in Yol's eyes, "What a pity. If he were still here, this poem would definitely be widely praised."
"No." She hurriedly added: "Better not praise it. If misunderstood by some people, this poem could be used to instigate wanton slaughter."
Merlin saw that Yol had misunderstood something, but he had no intention of correcting it.
Just a beautiful misunderstanding.
Yol looked at the vast sea in the distance at this moment. The fiery red sun had completely sunk into it. The sea was dark red like blood, as if signaling something.
Taking a deep breath, Yol thought of a guess she had kept in her heart for the past two days, so she looked at Merlin and asked:
"Do you want to go find that Donquixote Family group?"
Merlin raised an eyebrow and asked curiously:
"Why do you say that?"
Yol sighed, "Don't underestimate a woman's sixth sense. From the day you saw those wanted posters, I had a feeling you seemed very interested in them.
"Plus the issue about Rock Heart Sword Dojo you mentioned before, I had a guess.
"Are you really going there?"
Merlin thought for a moment and said:
"Haven't decided yet. Let's take it one step at a time!"
Helplessness appeared in Yol's eyes, so she had to ask from another angle:
"Then if you go, will you take us with you?"
Merlin: "..."
Yol fell silent immediately. At this time, Merlin said:
"That place isn't suitable for you.
"A group of guys who commit all kinds of crimes. I think you definitely won't like staying with them. Moreover, my motives are impure, so it's not very good to take you along."
Yol blinked, "Even if you go there, will you eventually break away from them?"
Hearing this, the look in Merlin's eyes was somewhat inexplicable, then he asked her back:
"Do you think I'm the kind of person willing to live under others?"
However, speaking of this, Merlin shook his head and smiled: "Alright, let's not talk about them. It's not certain whether I'll go or not!"
"What we need to consider now is, after arriving on Petrel Island, should we buy a house or rent one?"
Helplessness in her eyes. In the end, she still didn't get a definitive answer. Yol sighed softly:
"Do you plan to settle permanently on Petrel Island in the future? If not, then let's just rent a house!"
Merlin smiled: "Let's buy a house! I harvested a total of twenty million Berries this time, enough for us to buy a pretty good house there."
"Ah?" Yol was surprised. Immediately, Merlin told her the source of the Berries.
After listening, Yol was happy for Merlin's harvest, but at the same time, her eyes were also somewhat helpless: "My food, clothing, housing, and transportation are all paid for by your money.
"I always feel like I'm being kept by you."
Speaking of this, Yol stole a glance at Merlin. Merlin looked at the distant sea and chuckled lightly:
"If it's keeping, then let it be keeping. The only people I'm familiar with are you guys. Living with you, I'll feel at ease.
"Besides, I trust you.
"We are like family."
Yol looked at Merlin with gentle eyes, reached out her right hand, slowly landed on Merlin's head and stroked it gently, smiling tenderly:
"Mmh, we are family. Then let me take care of you and Lami's daily life from now on!
"I will learn to take care of you like a mother."
Merlin immediately pushed her hand away grumpily and said speechlessly: "Shameless, you just know how to take advantage of me."
Hearing this, Yol instantly curved her eyes and laughed happily giggle, her exquisite and curvy figure trembling rhythmically with it.
It was dazzling to behold.
A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Yol reached out and pinched Merlin's cheek, a teasing look in her eyes as she said:
"I wonder who it was that called me Mother Nun when he was six years old?"
The corner of Merlin's mouth twitched instantly. He couldn't help recalling the first time he went to the church when he was six. He met Yol, who was twelve years old but 1.6 meters tall in a nun's outfit.
Getting lost inside the church, he saw her with her back to him. Out of politeness to ask for directions, he called out "Mother Nun."
The result was being caught on the spot by Yol, and then being pinched and ravaged on the face by the very dissatisfied her.
Yol was very strong, and he couldn't break free. Finally, his crying attracted the matron who eventually adopted him to rescue the then-him.
And this incident was also clearly recalled when his memories from his previous life were restored due to the collision and fusion of memories from two lifetimes.
He also remembered the reason why, although she took care of him everywhere when he was in the church before, he always avoided her.
So at this moment, Merlin looked at Yol with unkind eyes, reached out and grabbed her left cheek, smiling insincerely:
"You still have the face to say it? I clearly remember how you treated me back then? Shameless monstrous strength woman."
Yol's eyelid twitched. She also reached out and grabbed Merlin's cheek, her gaze very unkind:
"You think I forgot? I was just an apprentice nun back then. Just after being scolded for doing something wrong, a little bean sprout yelled 'Mother Nun' at me?
"Didn't you know that only senior nuns could be addressed like that?
"And you cried and made a fuss, making the matron come over and scold me again?
"You were fine, carried home by Sister Lucia, but I was miserable. I was punished to stand for two hours that night!
"It was winter. It was very cold."
Merlin grimaced and glared. Yol also grimaced and widened her eyes.
At this time, Lami walked out, curious but whispering:
"What are you two playing? Face-pinching game? Or... quarreling?"
Merlin immediately glared at Yol grumpily and let go. Yol glared back unwilling to show weakness, muttering:
"This isn't over. I'll remember this for the rest of my life."
Merlin was speechless. "Since you hold such a grudge, why did you take such good care of me back then?"
Merlin was referring to after he became an orphan.
Yol: "..."