Chapter 445

Chapter 180 Hate and Sorrow

There was once someone who told him not to make promises he couldn’t keep. Ash did remember this advice, but how he understood and applied it was another matter.

However, from the way the mood of the Dark Pretty Cure rose immediately as he spoke, Ash might not even be aware of just how good he was at deceiving people in this regard… although it wasn’t entirely deceptive either.

At least he noticed the burning gaze that had been fixed on him, so Ash continued to explain for both himself and the despicable father who wanted his two daughters to kill each other.

“I mean, things aren’t bound to turn out like you think,” Ash said, shaking his head first and then negating her pessimistic view. “You may not have realized it yourself, but that person’s kindness towards you when they were Shabak doesn’t seem fake. I guess they’re probably struggling with how to face you now, but they definitely wouldn’t abandon their responsibility.”

After all, the middle-aged man looked like he had lost all vigor, but he was a father who had already had a daughter. If he couldn’t bear such responsibility, Ash didn’t mind going to “teach” him how to acknowledge his responsibilities.

After hearing Ash’s words, the Dark Pretty Cure visibly improved, but she seemed to recall something and hurriedly asked fearfully.

“But Ash, are you… going over there too?”

She recalled that Ash had said he didn’t plan to be an enemy to her and wanted to use her strength for something. Seeing him still entangled with Pretty Cure, she couldn’t help imagining if what he intended was related to Pretty Cure.

Could it be that wanting to use her power meant making her fight alongside Pretty Cure? Impossible, absolutely impossible! After the battle with Shabak, she only grew more hateful towards Pretty Cure, especially her archenemy Moonlight!

The thought filled Little Dark with a sense of betrayal, yet she couldn’t help but wish to continue believing him.

“I’m not going over there,” Ash closed his eyes and heard faint footsteps approaching, likely from the three officers discovering Dr. Shabak jumping and reacting frantically. “Rather my position has always been…”

Ash didn’t clarify, but his attitude made his meaning clear.

The young girl, no longer hesitating, practically flew into the man’s arms.

“Ash, please, don’t leave again!”

Without caring about her dignity, the Dark Pretty Cure buried herself into Ash’s body, fearing he would escape, and held him tightly with both hands.

No longer cold and indifferent, instead, she sounded like a simple little girl whose most precious treasure was being taken away, her voice filled with sorrow and fragility.

From birth, she lived by Shabak’s orders; now Shabak left, and if your friendship left too?

“If you also leave, I really don’t know what to do…!”

Facing the sobbing girl in his arms and almost pleadingly speaking, Ash tried to comfort her with his usual tactics, but when his hand gently touched her trembling shoulder, he found himself speechless.

“Ash, are you worried about Doon?” came Little Dark’s muffled, teary voice from the embrace. “If so, then I’ll go and find the chance to bring the doctor out! We can escape somewhere he won’t be able to find us again… yes! Somewhere else in the galaxy, I can bear anything as long as you, and you guys, remain here!”

“Little Dark, don’t say that—” Originally, he should loudly condemn her cowardice, but hearing her awkwardly and desperately providing solutions for him, he could not bring himself to do so. “I’m not afraid!”

Death? He had never been afraid of death. Death was inevitable and could even be part of a grand finale for a perfect ending, but why…

Since when did he no longer want to die?

Since when did he stop wanting to deceive this straightforward girl who bared everything to him with flimsy words?

In the past, he found solace in her despite her being merely a war machine. To him, she was evolving into a true human being.

As for now, what kind of verdict should he give this current Little Dark in front of him? Success or failure?

“Get real,” Ash couldn’t help but mock. “Are you telling others you’ve found back the heart you supposedly lost from that world? What joke is this? If that’s the case, who am I supposed to thank for it?”

Glancing at a system panel that appeared and vanished instantly, Ash sighed deeply after a series of psychological battles and gave his answer to the clinging Dark Pretty Cure.

“Little Dark, hear me out.”

With rich, magical tones reaching her ears, the young girl gradually calmed down, releasing her hold, with tears of a unique淡灰色flowing from her eyes as she gazed seriously at the man’s face.

“I’ve seen beings similar to you before. This interest goes beyond personal preferences, it’s also why I initially cared about you,” Ash’s gaze shifted to the doll in her arms.

“So, Little Dark, let me tell you a story. You can reflect on how to proceed.”

“Shadowmoon and Black Sun, representing the moon and sun, once brothers vying fiercely over the crown of the Kingmaker. Each one killed the other.”

“At that time, both were my friends, so I couldn’t help either. All I saw was Shadowmoon, the representative of the younger brother, die, with even the transformed younger brother failing to forgive the elder.”

Ash narrated lightly about the past, while the Dark Pretty Cure quietly listened.

Her interest and sorrow grew deeper with every word.