Chapter 748 - 280: The Truth of War (5)

If the magic body had a concrete organ like a "heart", then the feelings she has now could probably be likened to "heart racing".

Could it really be as she has speculated?

Cornflower was momentarily in a daze.

From the time her memories began in childhood, Lin Yun's "family" was incomplete compared to other children.

Other kids had both a dad and mom, but Lin Yun only had a dad in his life, no mom.

Lin Yun's dad was a very good father, a very competent parent. He loved Lin Yun, was willing to play with him, buy him various toys, and teach him many life lessons personally.

Yet, even so, this did not compensate for the absence of having never seen his mother.

Occasionally, only occasionally, when Lin Yun saw other kids leaving school with their mothers, he would imagine what his mother might be like, where she is now, and how she views him.

But on this topic, his father was always vague.

Lin Yun could see the unnatural expression on his father's face when discussing it, and gradually, he stopped asking.

As he grew older and understood the concept of "death", within his heart, he filled in the gap of his father's strange demeanor with his own explanation.

Perhaps his mother was no longer in this world.

This is an overly cruel answer for a child, but at that time, Lin Yun felt it was the only explanation for his father's odd behavior.

If his mother was truly gone, then it was understandable for his father to avoid talking about it, since it was likely an emotionally painful topic for him.

After all, his dad loved him dearly, and he was content and happy, just having him around was enough.

That's how Lin Yun comforted himself.

Until this happiness turned into an illusion following his father's passing.

It was painful.

Just recalling that period of time, even now, Cornflower feels an intense pain in her heart, an emptiness, as if she's lost all connections in this world, becoming a rootless duckweed.

Having lost someone who loved her and she loved in return, young Lin Yun fell into an incredible depression, to the point where he couldn't remember how he eventually overcame it.

This despair lasted until his reunion with childhood friend An Ya, until he admired and followed An Ya's footsteps to become a magical girl, turning into Cornflower, when it finally ended.

And now, as Cornflower, the longing for familial love resurfaces.

Simply because she understands the significance of the words "Your Highness" and "Your Majesty" and starts to realize why the man called Elf Chief would scrutinize her face so carefully.

Why her father was always evasive about her mother's whereabouts; why she, though male, could become a magical girl; why her talents seemed far superior to others...

If it wasn't for her overthinking, if it wasn't for her self-indulgence...

With this mindset, Cornflower almost instinctively agreed to the Queen's invitation, then hurriedly followed the attendants to the main hall.

In that moment, she even temporarily suppressed the sorrow experienced on the battlefield, the injustice of almost being killed, and the anger at those unjust fairies.

Simply because, if that person truly is...

Arriving at the main hall, Cornflower sees the figure seated on the throne.

A somewhat petite figure, a splendid imperial robe, a towering crown, a majestic demeanor, and—

—a face that is strikingly similar to her own, to "Cornflower's".

What should she say?

At the mere sight of that face, Cornflower almost confirmed the answer within her heart. However, when it came time to speak, she found her throat as if blocked, unable to utter a single word.

Countless feelings of suffocation, sadness, yearning, and grievance surged to the forefront, almost leaving her choking.

"You…" She could only force herself to speak, but after just one word, she was entirely stuck, unable to say more.

Because she couldn't find the right words to hold the overflowing emotion within her heart.

—"You've finally come, my child."

And speaking in her place, were the words from the one upon the throne: "I can finally see your face with my own eyes, it truly makes me happy."

"You are… my…"

"Yes, I am your mother, I am your mom."

The one on the throne quietly smiled: "You are my daughter, my Cornflower."

A bit strange.

But this strange feeling was quickly overshadowed by Cornflower's emotions. Compared to the immense emotion of truly meeting her mother, any trace of peculiarity was nothing.

She almost wept, almost rushed to embrace the figure, almost wanted to recount all that she had experienced and endured over the years, to tell everything to that person.

But she knew the other's identity was not ordinary.

Therefore, she restrained all impulses and raspily, somewhat tentatively asked, "Mother?"

"Yes, my precious daughter." The presence on the throne said, smiling.

"I really... miss you... I've always wanted to know what kind of person you are..."