Steam Age: I Fight Against Divine Authority with Otherworldly Tales

Chapter 89 After the rain, the sky is sunny

In the void of the mirror world, Edmund's "Bridge of the Dead" lies there quietly.

The Libra Church's superhuman abilities weren't particularly strong in direct combat, and Edmund's actual combat skills were far too weak, which led to his easy death.

Of course, the level of ability of "Mirror Demon" is indeed not something that ordinary extraordinary beings can contend with. Coupled with the bizarre ability of "Ellie's Tears", Edmund's death was not unjust.

Suren watched as Edmund's corpse turned to ashes and scattered in the air. He stood there, holding his breath for a moment, a look of confusion that shouldn't have appeared in his eyes.

After calming himself, he stepped forward, picked up the "Bridge of the Dead," and stored it in the "Mandala Ring." Suren turned around, and a pale blue light shone. The next moment, he was back in that dark and damp alley.

With his feet firmly planted on solid ground and the salty smell of rain in the air, Suren looked up at the rain-drenched sky. Despite having just won an extraordinary battle, he felt no joy.

Death is not unfamiliar to Suren.

In his past life, he was the ace of the Anomaly Management Bureau. For the Anomaly Management Bureau, even someone of Suren's caliber was worth sacrificing as long as the mission could be completed.

Suren has always adhered to this philosophy: as long as the sacrifice is worthwhile, then death is not terrible.

"But why can't I let it go?"

What was Karl thinking before he died?

One thought after another appeared uncontrollably in Suren's mind. He tried to suppress them, but found that he couldn't.

Compared to her colleagues whom she had known for many years in her previous life, she had only known Karl for a short time, just a month. But for some reason, Suren felt that facing Karl's death was even more difficult than in her previous life.

Having experienced the hallucination last night, Suren thought she had let go of the past.

But it was only when faced with Karl's death that Suren realized how complex people are.

You might be able to make peace with yourself one moment, but the next moment you might fall into self-doubt.

He stood in the rain, took out "Ellie's Tear," and the rainwater slid down the necklace. It lay quietly in Suren's palm, and unlike usual, it was trembling slightly.

Suren knew it was because she had wavered. She had just reconciled with the past in the illusion last night, but now Karl's death had shattered her. Ellie's whispers seemed like they could reappear at any moment.

He felt that the source of his strange emotions was sadness, sadness caused by Karl's death, but he also felt that he was not that sad.

These two conflicting emotions left him unsure of his own state of mind.

He hung the necklace around his neck, disguising himself as "Karen Dantès," then looked down at the puddles reflecting his blurry image, before striding across and walking out of the alley.

Suren walked in the rain, not knowing which way to go. In a daze, he found himself at the entrance of the duty station. Looking at the wooden door, Suren felt a pang of sadness.

So much has happened in the past month. He originally just wanted to slowly grow stronger and then live a quiet life, but he was involuntarily drawn into the events of various organizations.

Suren didn't really have any feelings for the duty station, and he even felt that he shouldn't have any feelings for Karl either, since they had only known each other for a month.

"Perhaps I am not sad for Karl, but for my own powerlessness."

Suren stared quietly at the sign of the Loren Town duty station for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, he shook his head, turned and left.

For the rest of the time, Suren wandered aimlessly in the rain in Loren Town. He didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do; he just let his chaotic thoughts race through his mind.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at a flower shop.

Perhaps because of the bad weather, the flower shop was deserted, but there were a few pots of small purple flowers by the window.

These flowers are shaped much like the forget-me-nots that Suren saw in her previous life, but the petals are larger overall.

In the rain, they did not fall despite the heavy downpour; their roots remained firmly upright. The rainwater washed over the petals but left no trace, simply flowing down their surfaces.

The potted plant did not wilt under the rain; instead, it became even more vibrant.

Suren stared blankly at the potted flower, his eyes gradually shining as if he had seen some rare treasure.

He strode toward the shop door, and upon pushing it open, he was greeted by a small room.

The room was not decorated in any special way; apart from a long table and a few stools, there was no other furniture.

The house was filled with flowers, and perhaps because they were moved inside in time, there was not much rainwater on them.

It's clear that these flowers are well cared for; even on gloomy, rainy days, the room is full of life.

An elderly woman in her fifties was bending over, carefully tending to a pot of violets.

Hearing someone enter, she looked up at the door, her expression showing some surprise, since it was rare for anyone to come to buy flowers at this time.

At this moment, Suren was still covered with a light layer of rain. He stood at the door without going into the store.

His sinister gaze and demeanor made the old woman involuntarily shrink back, but she still greeted Suren, "Hello, sir, what kind of flowers would you like to buy?"

"How much is that potted plant?"

Suren's voice rang out in the store, not loud but very clear.

The old man followed Suren's gaze and realized that he was referring to the potted plant on the windowsill.

Some time later, Suren left the flower shop with the packaged flowers in her arms.

The shop owner stood at the door, watching Suren's back in the rain. For some reason, he felt that the figure was desolate yet resolute, like a warrior who was going forward without hesitation.

"What a strange person..." she murmured to herself.

……

Cemetery on the shores of St. Wood Lake.

Suren was standing in front of Karl's grave. He looked at the words "Karl Flint" and a smile appeared on his face.

He took out the bouquet of flowers from his pocket. According to the old man, the flowers were called "Night Watch Violet," which symbolized protection and courage.

Just then, the raindrops stopped falling, and a ray of sunlight appeared on the horizon, illuminating a rainbow.

Suren placed the "Night Watcher Violet" in front of Karl's grave. Water droplets still clung to its purple petals, shimmering slightly in the sunlight.

Suren did not get up immediately. He half-squatted and gently brushed away the remaining raindrops and a withered leaf from the base of the tombstone.

He stood up, looked up at the rainbow on the horizon, then turned and gazed deeply at Karl's tombstone.

Then he turned around, said nothing, and disappeared into the sunlight along the damp path.